Their bullied and broken mate Novels & Stories

Because for this woman, I was weak. And I was about to lose her again. Terror washed through me. My wolf went feral inside me, slamming against my restraint, desperate to keep our mate alive. The bond trembled violently. It was weakening, fading away. She was slipping away from me again. “Talia, stay with me,” my voice cracked even more, the desperation lacing every word. “Please.” A tear slipped down her cheek. And something inside of me broke completely. My wolf howled, a loud echo of devastating grief.

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."

Someone I could break quietly, use efficiently, and discard without consequence. That was the plan. I would let her bond snap into place, let love soften her, then apply pressure where it hurt most. A threatened mate bends even the strongest will. Through him, I would control Elara. Through Elara, I would destroy whatever slept inside that damned box—before it could ever be opened. Simple. Clean. Foolish. The moon, in her endless cruelty, laughed at me. Elara does not have one mate. She has three.

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?"

All he needed to do was concentrate on his course and not-- "You don't have the balls. When I look into your eyes, all I see is a broken man" Allegra snarled loudly with a grin. He was out to frustrate her and she wouldn't succumb to it. She knew that he felt the same thing as her, the mate bond works both ways. Her words were no lies. She could see into his soul for a moment and feel the brokenness that dwelt within him. The mate bond made it possible.

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt the exact second his heart completely shattered. The warmth in Jarrett's eyes died. A raw, devastating wave of pure, unadulterated agony exploded across our soul connection. His trust in me didn't just break; it was obliterated into ash. The mate bond connecting our spirits let out a silent, catastrophic scream, fraying violently before snapping completely in two.

“Oh don’t be so stupid. I’ll fight a thousand vampires for you. It has nothing to do with the war.” “Then what is it--” “I’m half a man, do you not see that? I can’t be a mate to you anymore. I’m broken.” “You’re not broken.” I punch myself in the chest, trying to get her to understand. “I feel broken. I can’t do it, Maya. I can’t.” “What will you do? Won’t breaking our bond kill you?” “No,” I deflate. “I’ll just wish for death. When I can…I’ll pick a mate from the tribe…I’m expected to have one. I won’t love her, but it won’t matter.”

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.

A single parchment drifted to the floor. DISSOLUTION OF BOND Gavin Clarke vs. Rebecca Clarke Finalized. The floor tilted. His knees weakened. It hit in a rush—Rebecca in his study, her hands trembling as she slid papers toward him. Vivian’s laugh, soft and poisonous. His careless scrawl of signature without reading. A silver bullet couldn’t have hit harder. He hadn’t just lost her—he’d severed the bond with his own hand. Vivian’s mouth moved, but her voice was gone beneath the roar in his ears. His wolf bared its teeth inside him, its snarl rising to a howl only he could hear. Mate gone. Territory breached.

Blue blemishes were prominent, as well as scratches. My blood pressure accelerated, more because Zion was out of my hands. He couldn't stand by the fact his 'supposed mate' was hurt. He was ready to burn the whole town and find out who treated her this way. He acted as if she solely belonged to him, but we both somehow knew it's just a result of our frustration, we were tired of finding our beloved mate.