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A cracked sob left her mouth as she started telling them everything. Apparently she was a victim of dating abuse. Law has been abusing her physically. Law had delusional jealousy. He gets jealous even if someone glances in her direction and he takes out his anger by abusing her. He beats her every time he sees her talking with some other male. She was not allowed to even look at other boys. She wanted to break up with him, she even told him that she doesn’t want to date him anymore. But every time she said those words, he got a lot more angry and it resulted in a lot more beating.

Honestly, after the shit cards fate dealt her, I didn't blame her for keeping to herself. But that didn't mean she was weak or incompetent. It meant quite the opposite. Lettie was the most badass woman I knew, tough as nails and ready to fight when needed. With a mate like Zane, she has to be. I don't think I have ever met a mated pair so perfect for one another in my life. Both came from horrid pasts that hardened them into the people they needed to be, and I was happy to be one of the people they allowed in their circle and loved wholeheartedly. Because I knew without a doubt that they would move mountains to protect the ones they cared about.

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.

Silas’ eyes blinked several times, waiting for my reply. “I might, somewhere. I’m pretty broken, you know this.” Silas shook his head. “Then, if you are broken, then a mate will fix you, will it not?” As I explained to Silas how simple it was, what a mate was to another person, he hit it the nail on the head. My mate was to fix me, but what if she couldn’t? Then where would that leave me? More broken than where I was to begin with. “Supposedly,” I looked out over the ocean.

It wasn’t something most wolves would be willing to joke about. “Now, I’d heard the rumor that a mating bond could break a curse. I mean, you’re attractive enough, you’re a little too mouthy, but that could be fixed with a few beatings.” He moved closer to me and Kyle and Julian stepped closer as well, closing me in. If Tyler thought I’d willingly choose to be his mate with a speech like that, he was insane. “I’d never submit to you.” “It doesn’t matter. There’s one thing about you I could never overlook. You’re broken. You won’t be any good to anyone without the ability to shift,” he said.

“What did you expect? I gave her exactly what she needed, and you tried to take that away from her? Making it to be something bad. Look, meat lump, calm down! You read her file! Did you really think she would trust you because you claim her as our mate? Nobody has ever cared for her, not really. The ones that pretended they did exploit her let her down, forgot her, or decided she wasn’t important anymore! She is not a starving little kitten. She won’t come running and lick your hands because you offer food. Purr and rub against you; see you as her hero, savior, and all that. She’s a beaten kitten, one that will scowl toward your hand, waiting for it to hit—expecting the uninventable compact

“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.

“You’re just too blind to see it. You keep pushing her away, but you can’t deny what she means to us.” I stopped walking, my hands trembling at my sides. I hated this. Hated the way the bond pulled at me, hated the way her scent still lingered, faint but intoxicating. The moment I had bumped into her, I had felt it. That electric pull. That undeniable connection. She was my mate. Our mate. And yet, seeing her like that—broken, vulnerable—it had only made my anger simmer beneath the surface. “She’s not what I wanted,” I said through gritted teeth. “I need someone strong. Someone who can stand by my side without dragging me down. Not an Omega who cries at the first sign of trouble.”

Drystan insisted, making me scoff at his words. “He is my mate,” I snapped back, defiance rising in me. “But you aren’t his mate. Humans don’t have mate bonds. You should reject him before he cheats on you,” Drystan demanded. “How can I break up with him for something that I’m not even sure he’ll do? Yes, you’re right! He doesn’t have the mate bond, but he had never hurt me — unlike you, who was bonded to me by the mate bond!” The words spilled out, laced with anger and hurt, the raw emotions bubbling to the surface.

I recalled the way they'd taunt me, their words cutting and humiliating me at every turn. Frustration welled up inside me and I wished I could scream. Mate bonds weren't treated how it was in the past with tales of soulmates and true love. They weren't concrete standards to fall in love or get together with a person and many others lived without their mates. Having a mate only meant having a high compatibility with someone and it wasn't a sign of a good relationship. Despite knowing all of that, I couldn't understand how the universe could pair me with the worst people on earth.