The Warrior's Broken Mate Novels & Stories

She was also always willing to help but I’d come to my wits end with tolerating her disrespect. “It’s – are you mad at me?” She asked, wrinkling her brows and pouting her lips. Zion sighed with irritation. “Don’t make me ask twice,” I all but growled. She straightened up but she didn’t lose her pout. “Warrior Jeremy is dead,” she said. I paused, thinking over who the heck that would be but no one came to mind. My brows raised in question and she continued. “It’s the warrior your mate locked in the dungeons recently.”

I stood there, feeling all pairs of eyes on me, as if I were on display. Their gazes bore into me, waiting for my reaction. I was at a loss for words. What the hell was I meant to say? I barely knew them, and now I had just found out their son was my mate. The mate that I never wanted. All I wanted was to train and become the warrior I had always dreamt of. This was my worst nightmare come true.

I guess she has gone back to her quarters. “Miller, I need you in my room right now,” I muttered. Within a few minutes, he arrived. “Please check on her. What’s wrong with her?” I asked anxiously. He began examining her. I felt a surge of jealousy as he touched her, but I had no choice but to control my emotions. “My king, it’s something serious, and it’s related to her mate,” he enunciated. “Her mate?” I asked, surprised. “Yes, my king. Her wolf is broken because of her mate’s betrayal. It seems her mate has been unfaithful, sleeping with other females behind her back. She would have been able to handle it better if she hadn’t been lacking food.”

"You're the strongest person I know. You carried our daughter and fought to come back to us. Your body is perfect because it's yours, because it brought our child into the world, because it houses the heart I fell in love with." He turned to address the room, his warrior's presence commanding attention. "My mate is a warrior. She's fought battles none of you can imagine. She's faced death and won. And if anyone has a problem with her appearance, her strength, or her place in this pack, they can take it up with me." The threat was clear and unmistakable. Several pack members nodded their agreement, shame evident on their faces for allowing the situation to escalate. Matthew appeared then, hav

“I, Gamma Everly Wright, sworn protector of the Lycan Royal Family, reject you, Alpha Jameson Stillwood of the Harvest Moon pack, as my mate.” A soft breeze sweeps through the clearing, kicking up a small pile of leaves. The air feels tense and wrought. Alpha Jameson closes his eyes, tears forming in the corners. He trembles and shakes with the pain of the mate bond being broken, but I can tell he’s doing everything in his power to hide it.

I walked into the Pack Council with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Rebecca Clarke, the mate to Gavin Clarke, who was the alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Today, our mating bond was going to end. The pack clerk didn’t even look up when I walked in. “I’d like to file for dissolving the mate bond.” I said. He finally looked up, startled—like I didn’t belong there. And honestly, with my werewolf university hoodie and backpack, I probably didn’t.

David was relieved that he didn’t copy his sister’s downfall when she lost her mate. Regina, Richard’s younger sister, was mated to a warrior in Alpha Augustin’s pack. Her mate died in a car accident instantaneously, never giving her the chance for a rejection. The extent of her suffering was so severe that she miscarried and became bedridden for several days, unable to muster the courage to face the world. It was then that Richard decided to have her admitted to a specialized institution for a new treatment called The Broken Mate’s Cure. David was sure that Richard didn’t have the same behavior as her, so there was no need for such extreme measures. As I’ve already said, he had good days, a

Mates. Tharros stiffens, his normally aloof demeanor shattered by the realization that he has found her. Arinthal’s eyes widen in sheer awe as his gaze locks onto the fierce warrior woman with obsidian-black hair and piercing golden eyes. And Victor, always composed, always measured, lets out a sharp exhale as he stares at the woman whose very presence seems to unravel him. The tension snaps. In an instant, the mate bond takes hold. It is raw, primal, unbreakable.

"So 2 days after I turned 18 I discovered my mate was someone I had known my whole life, I couldn't believe it had happened so quickly and I couldn't have been any more happier if I tried. Her name was Anna, she was a warrior at blood moon and she was so beautiful, a gentle soul and honestly I fell in love with her instantly. 3 days after we discovered we were mates Rogues attacked our south borders while she was on patrol, there were 4 times the amount of Rogues to our warriors and they didn't stand a chance. We raced to the borders as fast as we could to help the warriors when out of nowhere my legs give out from underneath me and the sharpest pain shoot through my body, through my heart a

He has been quiet since yesterday, making me wonder if he was mad at me or not. “Our mate!” He shouted, and my legs found their way out of my office. I got to the dungeon, and no guard was in sight. Where did they all go ?. Suddenly I heard Emery's fearful voice, “Stay back, don’t come close!” I pushed the door open and saw one of my warriors standing in front of my mate angrily. He was about to lunch at her when I used my wolf strength and snapped his fucking neck off. My mate stared at the dead man, then at me. Her yellow strange eyes were drawing me closer, with some part of her loose dress revealing her flawless skin.