Their bullied and broken mate Novels & Stories

And then-there she was. My mate. And now, I had broken her.

Damn the mate bond. “Aren’t you going to ask?” I waited for clarification. “Aren’t you going to ask why I lied to you?” “It doesn’t matter anymore.” “It does matter, you’re my freaking mate!” Then he sighed. “Do something, anything! Hit me, scream at me. Don’t just stand like that looking…” his voice cracked, “Looking broken because that makes my heart ache even more.”

Elena I whimpered as the pain from the fall and my bleeding thumb electrified through my body. I couldn't get up on my feet and Crystal continuously howled the word ‘MATE' Irritation sparkled through my heart as her words sprang up bitterness in me— The bitterness of watching that same person I called mate until a few days ago drag me on the ground, not minding if my feet got pierced by the metal chairs it were stuck in, not minding the pain he was causing to my heart. The last voice I wanted to hear around me was that very word: MATE.

While we understood she was a traitor, we mourned for the close friend she had once been. The nightmares had tormented me for quite some time, but with the help of my mate they no longer had any hold on me. If there was one thing I had learned since I met Killian, it was this; Alone, your mate could only fix so much. But together, you could heal the broken pieces within each other. End

But even that paled in comparison to the onslaught of anguish I experienced every time I remembered the look on her face when she learned the truth of my betrayal. Broken. That’s the only word I could use to describe it. When I’d told her the truth about knowing she was my mate all this time, how I’d abandoned her and defiled our bond in the worst way, it had broken her. I couldn’t stop seeing the way the light faded from her eyes, leaving nothing but darkness behind.

‎My ribs ached as though they were grinding shards, fragments of something that used to be whole. ‎ ‎Lucien. ‎ When two people become mated, they seize to become separate entities and become one. When the mate bond is broken, it's said that you're half dead. ‎That blasted mate bond is causing this pain. It was now fractured, shattered, like a smashed mirror that was now reflecting back an odd sensation. I didn't think this decision through. It was made in a hurry and out of anger. I knew breaking our bond was going to hurt, I've seen it happen to people but I didn't know it hurt this much.

"Why can't you even feel a bit furious after what they've done?" "They fed me. Gave me a new home. I know what they did was unacceptable, but things won't end well if my goal is revenge." "You should've fought back. You have the strength, for goodness sake." "They're family." "I think they broke you," she blurted, looking away. She looked up at the stars again. A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "The only one who can break me...is my mate." "That absurd. Mates don't hurt each other; he's your other half. The moment he lays eyes on you, I know he'll do everything for you."

Whatever I was given has rendered me useless in this moment. I see the figures surrounding the pair of women fighting. They are starting to move in when the one woman kicks the other in the abdomen and flings her into a tree. I hear the bones break and something breaks inside of me. “NO!” I scream as I sit up and race over to Elizabeth. My mate. Elizabeth is my mate. My mate is broken in front of me. I keep repeating Elizabeth’s name in my mind in case I forgot it again. I do not know what happened, but remembering this woman was my mate is my lifeline.

My muscles screamed, my knuckles were bruised, but I straightened anyway. I would not break. I would not crumble. If Benjamin Black wanted to pretend I was nothing, I would make him choke on the truth one day. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t cursed. I was his mate. And I would rise.

“Let’s just do what we came here to do and leave.” Ash and his undying hatred for this place. I ignored his grumpy request because unlike him, I actually had empathy. “You look like hell,” I said softly, shoving my hands into my pockets. “How have you been, buddy?” Kade was still on the floor, hands clasped, shoulders tense and a face carved by grief. “His mate died, Ryker.” Ash snapped. Not because he was sympathetic but because my question had an obvious answer. Kade was broken.