Novel & Cerita The Warrior's Broken Mate

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

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?

End of flashback***** After reminiscing on the worst day of my life I decided to head out to training and work my anger, guilt, and sadness out on my sparring partner. I am quickly progressing and hoping to one day be the Top Female Warrior of the Rising Ashes pack, that is if I don't find my mate and leave this god forsaken pack.

They laughed at me, then got real. Being mates didn’t erase the ups and downs. It was still a relationship—with quirks, stubbornness, fights, mismatches. The difference was that mates chose to fight through it. They forgave, compromised, never gave up and kept loving each other without ever considering a breakup. And according to them, the makeup se.x? Legendary. Especially if the she-wolf was still a little mad.

The mate bond does that to you. "What if he is our Mate" Ara says, blushing. "Stop it Ara, Omegas don't get Warrior Mates, and even if they do, they get rejected" I told her. "Ok now Jia sleep" Ara scolded me. "Good night Ara, love you" "Love you too girl"

He grabbed one of them by the collar and slammed him onto the ground, his knee pressing against the man’s throat. “Pathetic.” He spat on the man’s face. “You had a lot of things to say, but you’re begging now? Don’t beg. Warriors never cry for mercy,” Ryker said, his voice dangerously soft. “Go on. Let’s hear what you had to say about my mate.” I swallowed hard. He was claiming me as his mate, in front of everyone. The warrior struggled beneath him, eyes wide. “I…I didn’t mean…” A sharp crack echoed through the air, and it was accompanied by a painful scream.

A golden light bloomed from our joined hands. "Before the Goddess and by the blood of Snowfang, I, Elara, choose Ryker, Alpha of the High Tide pack, as my mate." "And I, Ryker, choose you. To cherish, to protect, and to stand with you, now and always." A new mate's mark formed on our palms, more beautiful than any mark forged by fate. "No..." Victor collapsed to the floor. "I can change... I can learn to love you..." "You don't get to 'learn' to love me now, Victor," I said, my gaze holding no hatred, only a calm finality. "Not when I've already found someone who doesn't have to try."

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.

I chanted like a mantra, leaving my eyes shut before my eyes wandered to unwanted places. Just I felt his presence cross by, his skin brushing against mine, the spark, the electricity, it all cracked to life, roaring fiercely against my heart. My eyelid flung open, I watched his retreating back, traced it down to his spine, his skin was ridiculously flawless, except for the snake-like tattoos that covered his back and the one that filled his biceps down to his forearm. Something warm bloomed in my chest. Finally, I had my mate. I can prove them all wrong. Someone would finally want me. Oh, I can't wait to see that smug smiles freeze from all their faces when I finally present my mate to the

Their eyes followed me, and so did their whispers. “That's the bride, right?” “Why is she barefoot?” “Does she even know that her feet are bleeding?” “I heard her family abandoned her at the gate.” “Oh my god, poor thing.” I wanted to disappear, but the burn from my feet was enough to snap me to attention. Eventually, we reached the castle, and the moment I walked into the largest building I had ever seen in my life, I froze. Because right across from me, in a black ceremonial robe that was somehow too small for his massive size, was my new mate.