The Warrior's Broken Mate Novels & Stories

Killian might as well think that I'm making up stories. " A war with the midnight pack will weaken our warriors." Said Mason. I could tell his intention. I appreciate that he is worried about the pack and me but that's not what I need right now. His worry will never make me feel better. The only thing that can calm me down is having my mate here with me. Having her stay in the midnight pack is more agonising than when she was still at her former husband's pack. At Least then, I had hoped that sooner or later, Alpha Theo would let her go to please his mate.

Even with everyone shifted Ireland rotated between a few warriors fighting them her in human form and them in wolf form. ‘Did you notice how strong our mate was Oliver?’ ‘I did and thanks for your help out there. Note the sarcasm.’ ‘Hey if our mate can kick ass and look sexy as hell at the same time and all while missing half of herself then fair is fair.” ‘She did kick ass and look sexy as hell, vibrant really. However did you have to leave me at mile 10 of that run. We looked weak.’ ‘But boy did she look strong. Stronger than us and really you could only do 2 miles without my help before you fell back. I don’t think you fooled her with your excuses.’

“When you turned the weak into prey.” “She’s a nobody!” he spat. “A broken omega! That’s why I refused her when I learned the bond tied her to me!” The gold in my eyes flared. “She is my mate now,” I said. “The Moon’s gift. And you profaned that sanctity when you had her tortured.” My words struck like lightning. Some of his men already faltered; in their blood they knew they could not stand against me and win. I leaned forward, my voice like ice.

Some of the older shifters back home used to tell stories of the mate bonds and how one wolf’s broken body could be healed through some kind of telekinetic link with their mate, who could share their own strength and life force. I didn’t really believe it then and I still don’t believe it now, but even false, those stories alone spoke to the mystery and power associated with mate bonds… Let alone fated mate bonds. I close my eyes, trying to purge those thoughts from my mind. Trent’s betrayal is the last thing I need to be focusing on right now. “Hey, are you okay?” the medic asks, and when I open my eyes again, I’m surprised to see what looks to be genuine concern on her face. Outside of Kai

His arms wrapped around my neck instantly, holding me there like he never intended to let go again. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered hoarsely into my fur. The bond pulsed softly between us alive, whole, and unbreakable. Behind us, the sound of shifting rubble grew louder as the warriors continued their search. But in that moment… Nothing else mattered, my mate had found me, and the war Neal had started was only just beginning.

he said slowly, choosing his words with care, “I’ve been driving pack roads for thirty years.” “I know what it looks like when a she-wolf follows her mate here.” He paused. “For a cheating male,” he added bluntly, “hurting yourself like this isn’t worth it.” “And whatever happens between wolves,” he glanced at my belly, “the pup comes first.” I hadn’t told anyone about my mate’s betrayal. Yet the truth was obvious to a stranger. Like poison, it had already eaten through me—again and again. His words felt like a breath of air after drowning.

'She is my mate. My wolf lets out a huff of annoyance. He doesn't want to fight our Beta unless he has to. 'What happened to I'm not a one-woman kind of guy?' 'You told me things would be different when I found my mate,' Dylan pleads with me. His wolf is still snarling and foaming at the mouth as he tries to defy my command. 'I need her.' 'You don't need a lying whore,' I snarl back through the link.

I did not have time to waste toying with any of these animals. Antoni’s POV: I was getting pissed. It seemed like for every warrior we fought and killed two more would show up. “We must get the fuck out of here and find my grand pups. Urrale has gone after them and if she finds them, she will be able to get my grand pups out of here, and we cannot let that happen.” I said and Cannon nodded. We had been fighting these warriors for too long. What the servant said was still in the back of my head. Could it be true? Is my mate still alive? Could she have survived after all? I know she could not be killed easily. But she had been trying to shift, at the exact same time, the warrior snapped her ne

Zoriana had severed it. “Alpha!” Matteo gasped, clutching his own head as the pack link flickered. “Elite Warriors quarters... they’re empty. Gamma, Head Warrior and one hundred and fifty of our elite warriors just went rogue. They’re gone.” The pain was unbearable—physical, emotional. Zoriana, his childhood friend and wife, hadn't just left him; but had stolen the sheath, leaving him raw, betrayed, and realising too late that his greatest enemy had been his own mate.

Like something out of a dream. My fingers brushed against his skin, hovering near the shard of glass, and my heart twisted again at the sight of blood. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I exhaled shakily. The world around us— the broken glass on the floor, the metallic scent of blood, the distant sounds of warriors scouring the woods—all seemed to fade away. There was only him. Alaric. My mate. And as I looked at him, I couldn’t help but wonder… was this real?