The Warrior's Broken Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I felt the pain through our bond, Lillian. I think my rejection must have hurt his pride pretty bad, and now he’s just trying to destroy himself and punish me for it." A heavy weight dropped directly into the center of my stomach. Hearing that Aiden was already acting out and throwing himself into mindless flings made my blood boil, but it also made my heart ache for both of them. The mate bond was a delicate, dangerous thing, and when it broke, it turned even the strongest warriors into reckless monsters.

“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.

Even when I felt like I physically couldn’t anymore, I fought. I wasn’t waiting for a white knight or a handsome prince; I was waiting for my big bad wolf, my ruthless king. Vicious and scary in his own right, I knew Brock would come for me- I kept the faith even when I was sure I was done for. And when he showed up and the mate bond snapped in between us, I knew that every cut, every bite, every bruise, every break, was worth it. That we’re worth it.

The minute she laid eyes on him the mate bond snapped into place and the pain of his betrayal began crushing her heart, both figuratively and literally. This was the first major issue I’ve had since I started offering my services to warriors, and it sucks. It sucks because I think I was actually starting to fall for Reth, which is completely against the rules I set for myself, but it also sucks because it’s the first time I slept with someone’s mate.

He chickened, and said in a cold and heartless sound, “You know, some mates aren’t meant to be, and I already did appreciate you, I mentioned the warriors who stood by me, you are among the, Nina.” Among them? I… I am among the warriors. Tears began to flow from my eyes, and suddenly I couldn’t feel the strength in my legs anymore. I had nothing left, no home to go back to and no mate to be with. I am a warrior, I wouldn’t dare collapse in front of them, I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. I quickly grabbed a drink from the table, I lifted it up and gulped it down. Let them watch if they want to let them pity me.

It made too much sense to say no. The following day, he set off to get his bride. His head shook with disgust each time the word came up. Bride. Worse yet if that bride was a mate. A mate had turned his fiercest warrior into the world's dumbest fool overnight. He would smile too much, agree too much and be late for everything. Cole was losing his best warriors, one after another, to mates, and he was helpless about it. Who the hell invented mates anyway? Ah… Her.

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.

He winched, dropping it as if burned. The box fell on the floor with a dull clunk—untouched. Silence rained in the room. Victor looked at it, then at me. “Why can't I open it?" he demanded. I swallowed. “My father said… only my fated mate could open it.” The room went dead still. His wife’s face was drained of color. Victor’s eyes darkened with something dangerous—something calculating. “A mate,” he repeated slowly. Understanding dawned in his gaze.

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."