All Chapters of Let me Fix you, My broken Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Yes. My mate was my Alpha, Alpha Knox White but then he chose her over me. The day I returned from four years of training, I witnessed Knox getting all gaga to a she-wolf I never met. My brother, June, told me her family had recently joined our pack the day I left. Their pack had been devastated by a rogue attack. Only leaving a few members alive, that had now joined our pack. I thought she must be her mate since Alpha Knox was already twenty-six. But that changed when I accidentally brushed his arms when I tried to get myself a beer inside the fridge. It was twelve midnight and I decided to celebrate my birthday alone. I wasn't a fan of huge birthday parties anyway. Our arms brushed each other and made a spark. It was not an ordinary spark but the familiar spark when you found your mate. I had looked up into his forest green eyes, and he was looking down into my amber ones. We stood there like the world stopped, looking at each other like nothing interested us. It’s just me and hi

“So, are you just going to waste your life taking Wolfnip?” Zeus asked me as I sat on the exposed root of a large tree. “Why do you keep on appearing? You’re irritating me,” I replied, looking at my torso. There was a long wound and deep purple bruises from below my breast and to my abdomen. I got the wound from the rogue I met the other night that I was patrolling. It didn’t heal. In fact my wolf was already too weak to heal me. I rely on alcohol and antibiotics to heal it. The bruises, however, were evidence of Knox’s betrayal. Every time he mates with Emerald, his ecstasy would always be painful for me and it left bruises. My wolf would always heal it before up until recently, the bruises never fade away. It’s still there, getting worse. I knew they would be permanent reminders of the future I had lost, and the one forced upon me.“Like I said, I’m interested in helping you. It would be a waste if you only die. Don’t you want to experience what happiness is?”“You’re the one who

Knox's Point of ViewI woke to the feeling of her body curled against mine, the familiar weight of her warmth grounding me, as our bare limbs remained tangled from the night before. How many mornings had I risen like this? Her legs slung over mine, or mine over hers. Her head resting over my chest, or mine tucked against the soft curve of her bosom.So many nights, we’d collapsed into each other—our bodies speaking a language only we understood. We loved each other fiercely, surrendered to one another fully, and fell asleep sated in that sacred aftermath.For four of the five years we’d been together, these mornings were my constant. My peace. My joy. I never tired of her touch, never stopped marveling at the quiet comfort of our connection.But in these last two years... something else began to whisper into the silence between our heartbeats.A guilt. Lingering. Uninvited.There were rare moments, as I made love to Emerald, that November's face would flicker into my mind. A flash—qui