The Warrior's Broken Mate Novels & Stories

I wondered if Theo's betrayal had broken her completely. My poor wolf. She was the one who suffered more. Little by little, the pieces of me I had built were broken once again, and this time, my mate was the one who did it to me. Slowly. Cruelly. His actions become more calculated, designed to keep me off balance and submissive. And I was alone in this island, and I had nowhere to go. Sometimes I hated myself so much. He made me doubting my own reality and sanity. His twisted truths were made to imprison me.

Dad shook his head. "She's a werewolf. Her healing ability was intact, but she broke Xavier's spine. Then she went mad," he explained. "She held him on the ground and asked him if he had ever loved her. "Later on, while she was out hunting, a tree trunk split by lightning pierced straight through her heart. She died on the spot. As for Xavier, he rolled down the mountain, and his body was never found." Dead. They were both dead. The farce had finally come to an end.

"Besides, you can't fake the scent of a fated mate. Marcus, are you really going to cast her aside?" Marcus let out a sharp, derisive snort. "Three years in that hole? She's tainted by the filth of every rogue she shared a wall with. A woman like that... she isn't worthy of being my mate." The room erupted in a chorus of low whistles and hushed, pitying murmurs. Marcus's voice dropped, heavy with the indifference of a king looking at a peasant. "If any of you want her, take her. She's nothing but a discarded she-wolf now. Nobody's prize."

just not enough to keep me from fucking up. Once I came upon the clearing that led to the packhouse, the sight that met me was overwhelming. It looked to be an all out war. Bodies were everywhere as the battle still played out before me. I didn't stop. I followed the pull of my mate. I turned the corner and I felt my heart lung into my throat. My mate was fighting off wolves of our rival pack, but I saw her clutching her chest. She fell back and to her and my suprise, a hand popped through her body. She quickly crumbled. I roared out and immediately ran to her side. Other warriors ran after the men that had just destroyed my life. I finally reached her, tears pouring down my face as I held h

“She was beaten, hunted, and reviled by everyone she crossed paths with. Until she met him by chance outside of a last-minute hearing to decide what to do with her. The moment their eyes met, he knew she was bonded to him. And even though he was disgusted to have a traitor as his mate, he knew he couldn’t let her be killed.” “Deadrick announced their mate bond and saved my mother’s life, dragging her back to River Crest where he did everything in his power to make her submit.” I go quiet, recalling the half-insane look in Deadrick Pride’s eyes and the hatred in his voice when he spoke of breaking Nemora’s ‘willfulness.’ “But he said she was too stupid to understand how to back down. He was g

Breaking my already broken bones further. While my mate just stared, smiling while leaning against a tree bark. "Elizabeth... please...I...I am your mate...how can you?" She just chuckles. Rolling her eyes and stepping towards me. Her eyes which I once considered beautiful were pools of hatred now. Crouching lower to my level, she grips my hair in her fingers and tilts my face up, making more screams to break through me. I guess my backbone was broken already. "Mate? You pathetic piece of sh** can never be my mate.Just look at you ,so weak and defenceless."

“Give me a moment; let me just talk to my fellow warrior, and I will make sure to get back to you.” She nodded, innocence mixed with nervousness dancing in those doe eyes of hers. I could not help but keep staring at her. She was a beauty. But I could already tell that her spirit was broken. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong, and I needed to know. I did not want to be in the dark, not especially about the mate that the Moon goddess had finally chosen for me.

Her dormant wolf a liability. And then the rumors started. Whispers of a red wolf spotted deep in the northern woods. A rogue encampment. A girl with silver eyes and hair like wildfire. His mate. Or what used to be. He gripped the edge of the war table so hard. “She’s alive,” his Beta said quietly. “And running with rogues,” Kieran snapped. “That’s not alive. That’s betrayal.” “She was rejected.” The reminder stung. He turned sharply. “She was weak.”

Others would never rise again. I stood at the center, chest heaving, Lucian’s hand locked around mine as though by strength alone he could keep me tethered. My flames had guttered out, leaving my body weak, my mark burning faintly like embers under skin. But the silence was worse than the screams. It was the sound of doubt. Of fear. Of wolves realizing the Alpha they followed now fought a war against something not of flesh and blood and that his mate was the bridge between worlds. Mirek strode through the wreckage toward us. His axes dripped black ichor. His face was carved from fury, his silver eyes hollow with loss. He stopped a few paces away, his chest rising and falling like a forge.

It wasn’t something most wolves would be willing to joke about. “Now, I’d heard the rumor that a mating bond could break a curse. I mean, you’re attractive enough, you’re a little too mouthy, but that could be fixed with a few beatings.” He moved closer to me and Kyle and Julian stepped closer as well, closing me in. If Tyler thought I’d willingly choose to be his mate with a speech like that, he was insane. “I’d never submit to you.” “It doesn’t matter. There’s one thing about you I could never overlook. You’re broken. You won’t be any good to anyone without the ability to shift,” he said.