The Warrior's Broken Mate Novels & Stories

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.

I said sadly. "Being a mate to Warrior is different and difficult. I have been through it. You need to be very strong to stand by his side and support him. I know you will do it, you are strong she wolf, I can feel it." She said proudly. Ara beamed with proud "Viki is lucky to have you." "No mom. It’s me, who is lucky to have Viktor as my mate.” I blushed. I had never imagined that my mate would be Viktor he seemed so out of reach and way beyond my standard.

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."

"Alpha, the Luna... she's dead." The Pack Warrior repeated it, then lowered his head, not daring to say more. Damon released the warrior and staggered back two steps, his back slamming hard against the wall. "Impossible..." He mumbled, face white, and a mouthful of blood came up without warning. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother wiping it, his eyes locked on the warrior: "Who gave you the nerve to say that about my mate?"

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

Valerie yells at him. “I did, but I didn't tell you. Because I wanted to see your face once you realize your lover boy isn't around. Bloodsucker,” The warrior mutters, bringing his face closer to Valerie, so much so his breath mixed with hers. Valerie's eyes widened. “You… who are you?” she demands, and he smirks and replies. “Is my mate disappointed I'm alive?” “D—Damien…?” Valerie stutters in disbelief, and the smirk on the warrior's face only widens.

But even so, I resolved to be a brave warrior before it was time for my last breath. “I am not afraid of you, Lowell.” I stepped forward, readying myself for the fight that was about to commence. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and reassessed him. “I won’t back away from this fight.” I was expecting for him to put up a fight, but instead he just reached out and cupped my hand. His touch was gentle and loving; his movements soft and delicate. “I am not going to fight my future mate.”

What mattered was that after years, he had found himself a mate. He walked closer towards his mate, dropping the sword on the ground as it made a cringing sound. He stared at the dark-haired girl lying on the bed. He growled as his eyes stretched forth to her face. The amount of injuries that filled her body caused his heart to twist in pain. The mate bond was beginning to affect him. Who had done this to her? How dare his men harm his mate? How dare anyone lay their fucking hands on his mate? He walked towards her quickly, sitting on the bed. He removed the hair that covered her face, touching the injuries that cut below her lips. He growled. Who the hell had hurt his mate? Who the hell had