Their bullied and broken mate Novels & Stories

“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.

When I saw this, I fell to my knees. I feel so helpless and this broke my heart so much. What am I supposed to do now? How do I turn them back to their original form? This was killing me slowly. “Alana, please get up. I know how bad you feel, but there's nothing much you can do for them. You've tried your best?” My mates consoled me. I cried even harder as they consoled me and placed my head on their chests as they all hugged me together.

The fear in everyone's eyes when they looked at me. The little girl hugging me. "You're just hurt," she'd said. I laughed bitterly. Hurt didn't begin to cover it. I was shattered. Broken beyond repair. The mate bond was gone, I could feel the empty space where it used to be, like a missing tooth my tongue kept finding. The brothers had destroyed it so completely that not even a ghost remained. And yet... I was still alive. Still breathing. Still existing. Maybe that was enough. I was finishing washing when I heard it, footsteps. Multiple sets. Moving fast through the forest. Coming toward me.

With an anguished cry, I tore through his chest, ripping out his heart from his chest. Vincent's eyes widen in disbelief as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast. I stared down at the horrifying sight, my breath ragged, my chest heaving. With one last, weary glance at Vincent's lifeless form, I turned away, my eyes searching for my mate. Our eyes met from a short distance and I felt a surge through me. It wasn’t over yet but the battle that had torn our pack apart, the curse that had threatened to devour my very soul—it had all culminated in this moment of brutal finality. I had vanquished the source of our torment, but at a cost too great to bea

I wanted to cry. I needed to cry. But I couldn't, the tears wouldn't let out. Seconds passed and turned into minutes, still yet not a single tear. That's when I realized why I couldn't. I had no more tears left to cry. No more tears because I was empty. I was finally broken.

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

my heart breaks as I look at my mate. How can I fix this?

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.

"What are you talking about? He rejected me? You didn't stea–" "Did he? Think about it for a few minutes. Did you feel the pain that comes with a broken bond?" He whispered into my ear. Thinking back to that day, I know I felt it. That pain that still lingers today. "Yes... It's still there." A slight smirk appeared as he chuckled. "No, that's only the pain from having your heart broken. The pain from a broken mate bond would've had you on the ground, begging for someone to end your life." My lungs constricted as I struggled to choke out a breath.

Even when I felt like I physically couldn’t anymore, I fought. I wasn’t waiting for a white knight or a handsome prince; I was waiting for my big bad wolf, my ruthless king. Vicious and scary in his own right, I knew Brock would come for me- I kept the faith even when I was sure I was done for. And when he showed up and the mate bond snapped in between us, I knew that every cut, every bite, every bruise, every break, was worth it. That we’re worth it.