Their bullied and broken mate Novels & Stories

I let the words sink in as I stared at the broken mural my mother and I were going to replace. “Dorm?” I asked. “I wouldn’t be-“ My mother cut me off before I could finish. Kneeling down in front of me, she pulled my sketchbook from my hands, placing it on the table before taking my hands into hers. I stared down at her as I watched her force tears back once more.

Needed something to break. I stormed past the training yard. My fists were balled, my nails digging deep into my palms. I wanted to punch a wall. Drive my fist into it until something gave in…bone or brick, didn’t matter. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not here. Not with every heir out here watching like I was some goddamn hero. I gritted my teeth and looked up at the sky, breathing sharp. Mate. The word burned through my skull. Mate. To a boy.

I say it slowly, making sure they truly listen to the words. “Mates are not something I asked for, or even something I wanted. I’ve been taught that they’re bad. That they’re fake. That I’m unloveable,” the last part is whispered as I glance anywhere but at them. “But I’m learning that it’s not true. I’m learning that I’m not broken, and I don’t need fixed. I can and I will fight for what we’re building here, but only if you’re all in it with me.”

Breaking my already broken bones further. While my mate just stared, smiling while leaning against a tree bark. "Elizabeth... please...I...I am your mate...how can you?" She just chuckles. Rolling her eyes and stepping towards me. Her eyes which I once considered beautiful were pools of hatred now. Crouching lower to my level, she grips my hair in her fingers and tilts my face up, making more screams to break through me. I guess my backbone was broken already. "Mate? You pathetic piece of sh** can never be my mate.Just look at you ,so weak and defenceless."

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.

She repeated. I felt helpless and I comforted her. She already had a mate and she was broken. But unknowingly she also broke me.

He gritted out. She was in pain. She just wanted everything to end. Her mate kidnapped her. Confused her for her sister. Her mate doesn't want her. The hurt she felt was drowning her. Her heart was broken into tiny pieces and she wasn't sure she could recover from it. From Mick breaking her heart to her Mate whom she thought would appreciate her, hating her, he even kidnapped her, tortured her.

“Did I do something wrong? I should be feeling better after getting rid of him!" “I could see beyond your guise, you are broken for giving him up. And he was your mate, you would feel much more worse than this in few minutes time,” he added. I didn't reply but he was saying the truth. I hated the fact that I was feeling guilty for killing that fucker. Mate….Mate. My eyes snapped open at the mention of that. There was a possibility giving the fact that I am feeling broken like my heart is being shredded. “It can't be. We can't be mates, I would have felt it when we touched or have….some time together in his penthouse,” I defended.

Now I was nothing more than a prisoner. I leaned my forehead against the door, my sobs echoing in the empty room. This wasn’t just a cell... it was hell. Before, I fought for survival. I endured because I hoped one day I would be free. But now… now I had met my mate. And instead of freedom, I was being torn to pieces. The mate bond was madness. It clawed at my heart, my mind, my body. Wolves who lost their mates became rogues... broken, wild, insane. I could feel that edge pulling me closer every second I was locked away from him.

"But the mate bond requires a specific kind of breaking. A perfect pain to match a perfect transformation." The gun fired. And something inside me shattered.