The Warrior's Broken Mate Novels & Stories

“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.

I place a tender kiss on her lips, using the mate bond to bare my feelings for her. “Athena,” my voice breaks with an uncharacteristic quiver, “Your strength amazes me every day. To endure what you have, to stand with me, even when faced with the horrors of your past... it is you who embody the true spirit of the wolf: relentless, resilient, loyal to the end.” My beautiful mate looks up at me, the raw vulnerability in her gaze intertwining with the fortitude of a warrior. In her eyes, I see not a broken woman, but a survivor. A lone warrior who has walked through fire and emerged not just intact but ablaze with her own power.

My broken soul was completely, hopelessly tethered to the exact man who ruined me. Even though I was completely terrified of the Warlord, even though I never wanted to see his terrible leather whip again, my cursed body only answered to his scent. King Cillian was my fated mate. He had thrown me away like garbage in the dirt, but my biology would never, ever let him go. I felt completely trapped in my own skin. My broken wolf would never answer Kaelen's wild pine scent. I was a hollow, empty shell, and the only person in the entire world who held the key to waking me up was the exact monster who broke me.

“Oh don’t be so stupid. I’ll fight a thousand vampires for you. It has nothing to do with the war.” “Then what is it--” “I’m half a man, do you not see that? I can’t be a mate to you anymore. I’m broken.” “You’re not broken.” I punch myself in the chest, trying to get her to understand. “I feel broken. I can’t do it, Maya. I can’t.” “What will you do? Won’t breaking our bond kill you?” “No,” I deflate. “I’ll just wish for death. When I can…I’ll pick a mate from the tribe…I’m expected to have one. I won’t love her, but it won’t matter.”

My teeth found his throat, not hard enough to kill, but enough to make him yield with a whimper. A pained yelp drew my attention. Callum was bleeding from several wounds, though he'd given worse than he'd gotten. Amelia fought dirty, her supporters harrying him from all sides. My heart nearly stopped when one of them scored a deep gash across his flank. Something snapped inside me. The mate bond, which I'd been fighting for so long, roared to life. Energy surged through me, and suddenly I was moving faster, striking harder. I fought my way to Callum's side, our movements synchronizing without conscious thought.

However, when I looked at the warriors in front of me, even my own men, they seemed to have lost their minds sniffing the air. They spotted obvious bulges in their pants, and that’s when it hit me. My darling mate had just gone into her heat, and every unmated male in this vicinity would want a piece of her. When I saw the warriors about to enter the packhouse, I saw red. I growled murderously, the sheer power almost making the ground shake. “Get lost! All of you! I don’t want to see any unmated male around this place.” They quickly whimpered at my command and scurried away. Only then did I rush into the packhouse and follow my mate’s scent. When I burst through the door to her room, I found

I laughed watching as the warriors had now finished their killing of each council member and any other who threatened to rush forward and attack me, while the beast in question closes the gap which was made between us and pushed me into his chest, the look in his own eyes full of pride and deep lust as he looked down at me. “With my mate by my side, I’m going to ensure every single one of you finally, pay for what you did to my family! For each painful day my mother was alive after you took her medication away, that’s how long you’ll be tortured by my mate… with my useful tips of course.” I sniggered not at all feeling the hint of guilt I thought I would, speaking about this but instead, it