Novel & Cerita Their bullied and broken mate

I knew she would never accept someone she believed unworthy. “I might be nineteen, but I’m not a child. Alera calms me. I believe she’ll stand by me when I go through the moonblood ritual.” “The matebond can be broken if your mate doesn’t meet the family’s expectations.” My mother presses on. She’s always had a hand in shaping my future. “Wouldn’t that hurt, Mom?” I’ve heard how painful it is to break the bond. Like losing half of your soul. I can’t go through that. I’m not ready to lose Alera.

Jane "Who knew bullying your bully would make him want to take you out," Cat said, slurping the last of her late-night coffee. "I mean, Alex is super-hot, but I don't tolerate bullying. I wish I could have been there to see the look on his face." She chuckled and kicked her feet onto the chair opposite of her. "I'm sure it was priceless."

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

Instead, I just stared at it, my exhaustion outweighing my fear. “What do you want from me?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. It tilted its head, studying me like it could understand the weight of my question. “I’m broken,” I continued, my voice cracking. “I don’t know who to trust anymore. Everyone I thought cared about me…” I trailed off, shaking my head as fresh tears threatened to fall. The wolf let out another low whine, its ears flattening slightly as if it could feel my pain. I sniffled, wrapping my arms tighter around myself. “I’m not strong enough for this. I never was. They all see me as weak, pathetic. And maybe they’re right.”

BROKEN: having given up all hope. I walked into the main school building, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. It's been six months since I last saw my bullies, Dylan Thompson, James Sanders, and Tom Miller. I'd always wondered why they despised me; I'd never done anything wrong, I'd always stayed in the shadows, never drawing attention to myself, but it was never enough for some reason they loved making my life in high school a living hell.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

“You need to start getting used to me, girl…And get rid of that mate you talked about, because you can only have me. Besides he can't even protect you, and— I looked at the book shoved to my face, interrupting my dominance. “What?! What do you mean by “You didn't have a mate now? The mate bond has been broken?!”

“I begged. I roared. I didn’t care anymore—I just needed to see her. To hear her say it. Even if it destroyed me.” Hebathi flinched slightly. “But he didn’t bring her. He just stood there… watching and enjoying the sight of me unraveling.” And then my voice dropped. “That’s when it happened.” I looked up at her, and the firelight cast shadows under my eyes. “I felt the tear. The snap. Like something inside me ripped down the middle. Like my soul had been severed.” I tapped my chest once, hard. “The mate bond… it broke.” She inhaled sharply.

"She's broken inside; hurt to such a degree that she had to take the protection of her wolf. She had been violated and she had survived. I hope that the next time you look at her, it's the later you keep in mind. A survivor. Not a broken wolf." I nodded past the hurricane of emotions in my head and left the lab as soon as I could. I knew what Daisy was trying to tell me, but I already knew all of that. I didn't see my mate as a broken wolf, just lost. But whoever did this to her? I hope to the Goddess that she had already torn apart their throats. Because if they had somehow survived…then they are soon going to wish they were never born in the first place.

“I never planned on becoming his mate.” “Yeah, right. You were already rejected by your real mate, and now you’ve come here to poach another one,” she hisses mercilessly. Some of my bravado begins to crack. But she doesn’t let up. As though sensing that she’s hit a nerve, she presses even deeper, pressing on the wound.