The Warrior's Broken Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even if I wanted her to take more time to heal, she showed me once again that she’s her mother’s daughter. After the attack that caused her kidnapping, and her quick healing, I agreed with Anders that I would begin training his warriors. Rik had told us that his wolf, Kai, recognized Cara as his mate. I warned him that it was Cara’s decision who she took as a mate. I won’t have an Alpha pressuring her to mate. He agreed. I think the warriors were shocked at how tough I was on them. I was impressed with Rik. He handled it like the Alpha he is and never once complained. He supported and encouraged his warriors while I continued to try to beat them into the ground.

His words cut deep, but he wasn’t done. “You let her believe she wasn’t enough,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You let Akira and your grandmother manipulate you, and you did nothing to stop it. And now, you’re here to warn me off her? To act like you have some claim? It doesn’t work that way, Atlas.” I felt my wolf thrashing inside me, desperate to take over, but I held it back. “She’s my mate,” I growled. “Not yours.”

Then the goddess made me omega—forced this body that heats up at the slightest touch, this mind that forgets how to fight back. And then she gave me you, Hunter. A mate who sneers at me, who locks me in this prison of a house, who throws my only shirt like it’s garbage. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwilling. I felt dirty again, not from sweat but from the weight of it all. My legs wobbled as I tried to think of an excuse—maybe just stay in here forever, let the steam swallow me. But the pull of the bond, that invisible thread between mates, tugged at my chest, a faint ache that said go. So I cursed louder in my mind: Life, you bastard. Take me instead.

I watched sadly, as the man lost his life, while taking an important secret with him. I heard Marly scream once again, and I turned to see her overcome by two warriors. She was on the ground, and the warriors were taking turns punching her. I could tell she was losing the battle, feeling her through our pack bond. I heard Carson roar as he realized his mate was in jeopardy.

he replied, still maintaining his respectful posture. Sarah and Mika, who had been groaning on the ground, slowly picked themselves up. Their faces were bruised and their clothes torn from being thrown around like ragdolls. When they saw the warrior standing beside me, calling me Luna, the color drained from their faces completely. "Oh god," Sarah whispered, her voice shaking with terror. "She really is his mate." "We're so dead," Mika whimpered, looking like she was about to cry. The warrior turned his cold gaze toward them, and I could see them both shiver under his stare. His voice was calm but carried a deadly threat when he spoke.

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.

Find out who she is when she is not terrified. Easier said than done. I had spent years believing in loyalty, structure, honor things that didn’t bend, didn’t break. But now the goddess herself had thrown me into chaos. My mate was a traitor. I hated that word. Mate. It felt like a cruel joke every time it brushed across my mind. And yet, my wolf hadn’t stopped pacing since I captured her. Restless. Agitated. Whispering mine in a low growl that made me want to claw at my own skin.

Another was a slap that landed on my mother, when she also made to hold back a warrior from striking me. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. I hate myself for making my parent pass through this. Maybe it all happened for a reason as mom had said. I hope and wish to see Blake again. He is a vampire, but the feelings and bond between us was unique and deep. Could he be my mate?

Tate interrupts, proving that he hadn't been following our conversation ever since I'd admitted my secret to him so I thought I'd recount it. "Just like you, Tate" I say clearly and audibly. "I'm also mateless" ***

A sharp pain cut straight through me like it could tell I was thinking about my restraints. That was out of line. That was unlike me. Her violet eyes flashed in my mind again, unruly, stubborn, hurt. My chest tightened. That’s it. I sat straight from the bed, the metal creaking under my weight. I needed to get some air, or a drink. Anything to dull this feeling I wasn’t ready to explain. Because the truth remained that no matter what, Katrina was my mate. Her brown hair still waned through my mind, the pitch in her giggles, but for some reason, her eyes began to fade.