Their Bullied And Broken Mate Novels & Stories

The only sound in the room is panicked breathing coming from both Cora and me. "Go ahead," Cora sniffs. "Tell me I got what was coming to me." "Cora," I gasp. "I would never... are you okay?" "No, I am not okay!" She screams at me. "I have been ruined. Dylan will never want me now." My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Dylan? What does he have to do with any of this?" Resting her head on her legs, Cora lets out a mournful sigh. "He is my mate."

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.

"Two females killed, their mates left alive to suffer the broken bond. He's getting bolder, more vicious." Through their mate bond, Gunner felt Molly's shiver of fear. "He wants them to feel what he felt," she whispered. "The agony of losing a mate. He pucked Rose as a replacement becauseshe resembleshis dead mate. He got abusive when she withdrew from him. He made her afraid to leave, and after she left, he lost it more."

She flipped her long curly hair back, and I couldn’t help but smile, realizing this person had truly captured my friend's heart. We walked out of the classroom, aimlessly strolling without a destination in mind. I kept glancing around to make sure that nuisance wasn’t following me. "He's your mate, right?" I asked, and she shook her head. "I’ve never seen my mate yet, which is quite odd, to be honest, but it’s fine. One can be in love with or without the mate bond." I completely agreed with her. "What about you?" she asked, turning to me. "Have you seen your mate?"

Something we both adjusted to, too quickly. We lived in an old run-down apartment. Plaster was missing from some of the walls, exposing the old wooden supports behind them. While some of the floors were peeling up, or the carpets had turned black from years of use and stains. It wasn’t something everyone would live in, but to us, it was home. My mother and I often did crafts to help hide the imperfections. One of those projects was a large mural filled with different flowers, hiding cracks in the wall. This quickly became my mother's favorite piece. So I could tell how she was seeing it now, covered in beer, and falling apart where the bottles hit was tearing her apart. “We can fix it.” I to

‘She's nervous. Go take a shower with her’, Alex’s wolf said. Alex rolled his eyes and tugged out of his t-shirt, tossing it back into his duffle bag. "I'm glad you're not in control of this, or we'd end up with a rape charge and in jail." He huffed. “She's your mate. There aren't too many ways, besides bullying her, that you could mess it up... and you know how that went.” He blocked out his wolf, not wanting to think about the ways he bullied her growing up. It was enough that she'd forgiven him, and thinking about it before he potentially marked her wouldn't get him in the mood.

I walked into the Pack Council with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Rebecca Clarke, the mate to Gavin Clarke, who was the alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Today, our mating bond was going to end. The pack clerk didn’t even look up when I walked in. “I’d like to file for dissolving the mate bond.” I said. He finally looked up, startled—like I didn’t belong there. And honestly, with my werewolf university hoodie and backpack, I probably didn’t.

Elara's POV "I know the bond is broken," Victor said, his voice raspy. "I felt it tear." He staggered into the sanctuary, looking even more worn down than he had three months ago. "Then what are you doing here?" I asked coldly. "I'm begging you to come back," he said, his voice thick with desperation. "Not because you're my fated mate, not because of the bond. Because I need you." "Oh, you need me now?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Where was this feeling when you were using me? When you were humiliating me?"

My voice matched his intensity, though I lowered it slightly—afraid someone might overhear. “I can’t take you as my mate, Alera.” His gaze was unreadable. Why did that hurt so much? His rejection sliced through me, adding another wound to the ones I had yet to heal. “It’s okay. We were never meant to be.” I forced a smile on my lips. “I hope you find your true mate someday.” I wiped away the tear that had fallen. I couldn’t stand there any longer. I walked away, carrying the pain that was slowly breaking down the defenses I’d built.

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.”