The Warrior's Broken Mate Novelas e Histórias

I yelled at him. "Because, she seem nice and doesn't deserve this ill-treatment from you." Justin said raising his voice at me. "Fine, I need to know more about her." I said shortly. "What? I don't understand you at all. Please explain better." Justin commanded. "She is my mate. I need her to change my mistake on becoming a vegetarian." I said as I looked at the expression on his face change. "Wow! You finally found your mate. I am so happy for you. But why are you treating her like that, you know if she dies you also die." Justin said.

“Once things calm down, I’ll come back for you. You still have a place in my heart.” I yanked my arm free, his touch turning my stomach. “It’s over, Leon,” I said coldly. “The mate bond is broken.” His expression darkened, lips twisting into a bitter smirk. “So that’s it? You’d rather run off alone? Without me, you won’t last. You're not the Alpha’s daughter anymore, and your ‘father’ won’t lift a finger to help you. “To them, you’re just a mistake that’s been corrected.”

"Nothing to do with you, Healer Skarsen." But he made no effort to hide his condition, standing there with that same arrogant pride that had once made my heart race. Still the same proud, insufferable Alpha who thought the world bent to his will. I turned back to Iris with clinical detachment, my expression carved from ice. The mate bond, even rejected and incomplete, pulled at me with invisible threads. Five years of distance hadn't weakened it as much as I'd hoped–good thing I had Alice prepare the medicine for me.

Whatever it was, it gave me a strength I didn’t know I possessed. Finally, I saw my chance. As the warrior lunged at me once more, I ducked under her attack and used her momentum against her. My teeth found purchase on her hind leg, and I yanked hard, sending her crashing to the ground. Before she could recover, I was bolting past her, disappearing into the throng. Leaving the stunned warrior behind, I pressed on, following the pull of the mate bond. The battle raged around me, but I barely noticed it now. My entire being was focused on finding Chris.

A golden light bloomed from our joined hands. "Before the Goddess and by the blood of Snowfang, I, Elara, choose Ryker, Alpha of the High Tide pack, as my mate." "And I, Ryker, choose you. To cherish, to protect, and to stand with you, now and always." A new mate's mark formed on our palms, more beautiful than any mark forged by fate. "No..." Victor collapsed to the floor. "I can change... I can learn to love you..." "You don't get to 'learn' to love me now, Victor," I said, my gaze holding no hatred, only a calm finality. "Not when I've already found someone who doesn't have to try."

I stood there in custom tactical gear with five pack warriors at my back and a silver dagger on my hip. And he was on his knees in a pile of trash like a stray dog. "I'm your mate!" He lunged forward suddenly. "You're my mate! You can't just leave me here!" Two warriors grabbed him instantly and slammed him face-first into the gravel, but he kept thrashing and screaming. "Elowen, you said you'd never leave me! Our mate bond is still there! You have to help me! Just give me some money! A hundred thousand is all I need... no, wait, ten thousand! For old times' sake..."

Briar Hale knelt before three hundred witnesses and watched her fated mate reject her for the one thing she could never change. Too heavy. Too much. Not built for a throne. What Alpha Prince Ronan Ashguard did not say was the truth: a blood oath forced his hand, and the alternative was watching his own mother destroy her. Briar does not wait around to find out. She walks into the arms of a rival Alpha who sees her Ironback strength as a gift, not a flaw, and builds a life on land that was never meant to want her. But a rejected bond does not die quietly. It claws back through both of them, one broken rule at a time, while a war neither chose creeps closer to the one thing they still sh

Her fingers dug into her collarbone, right over the place that still pain’s. It hurt. An ache—not a wound. Deep. Pulling. Alive. Elara shuts her eyes tightly, yet his face still appeared in the darkness anyway—silver eyes glowing softly, not cruel, not hungry, but knowing. As if he had discovered something within her she had spent ten years trying to hide. Mate. The word came out strong, with a chilling intensity. “No,” she murmured hoarsely, rejecting it both in her heart and mind. “No… I can’t.”

I couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment and sadness in their eyes, indicating that they did not find their loved ones among the returning warriors. I turned to the woman next to me, who was still crying silently. I could sense her pain and sorrow and I couldn't help but ask her a question that was bothering me since we stepped out of the room. "How sure are you that your mate is not part of the warriors in the crowd?" She looked at me with a sad expression, her eyes filled with tears. "I felt it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The mate bond broke the moment he fell on the battlefield. I knew he was gone, and I couldn't do anything to bring him back."

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.