The Warrior’s Broken Mate novel Chapter 112

Standing in this barren landscape with a knife pressed to my throat, I knew there was only one way this was going to end–and it would be in blood. One of us was going to die. Whoever it might be, the outcome seemed inevitable.

Arthur’s voice cut through the cold wind. He said he wanted to bleed me dry, but he needed the black witch’s body first. My stomach churned at the thought. Hopefully, he wasn’t planning to do it here, in the open, without her body that he claimed he needed.

I could feel the knife’s cold steel biting into my skin, a sharp reminder of my fragility. The metallic tang of blood–mine–hung thick in the air. Every gust of wind carried it toward me, mingling with the scent of the earth and decay. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to echo across the desolate plain, and yet, somewhere deep down, a spark of defiance flared. I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Do you really think you can ruin me and walk away?” Arthur hissed, his voice low and dangerous. Every word vibrated with pure anger. “You survived before… but not this time.”

I stayed still, my heart hammering against my ribs. One wrong move, one flinch, and I would be finished. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me to run, to react, but I knew that even the smallest misstep could cost me everything. Arthur was severely unstable now, his eyes darting back and forth with a predator’s intensity, and I wasn’t sure how I could get out of this without having my throat cut in an instant. He didn’t have the raw power that I possessed, yet he was patient, watching and waiting for the exact moment when I was most vulnerable–completely preoccupied with getting everyone else out of here. That moment came, and I felt the cold brush of inevitability. It proved one thing to me: he might be unstable, but his mind was still sharp, calculating, and frighteningly precise. In front of me, Elias let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes glowing in the darkness as his face tightened with tension. The air seemed to thrum with the unspoken threat between us, e y second stretching longer than the last, and I could feel the walls closing in around me.

“Let her go.” Elias demanded, his voice steady but with a lethal threat.

Arthur just started chuckling in my ear.

“Do you really think you have any leverage right now? One wrong move and I’ll kill her.” Arthur said.

“If you kill me now then you know you are never going to get the heart.” I said.

“Oh. I think you underestimate me.” He said, pressing the knife harder into my throat.

I felt the blood trickling down my neck and I let out a little chuckle. As much as I could muster with the knife there.

“Be careful. You don’t want to spill too much.” I taunted.

“Baby. Now might not be the time to upset him.” Elias said.

“You should listen to your mate.” Arthur sneered. “You don’t get to tell me how this ends. No one does.” He said through gritted teeth.

I swallowed, forcing myself to stay calm. My senses were heightened–every breath, every movement, every heartbeat around me. I could feel my mate’s tension; he was recoiling on the inside but staying strong on the outside. But I needed a moment–a sliver of control. I let my eyes sweep the space, noting every shadow, every flicker of motion, every subtle shift in the air. My mind raced, calculating, predicting, weighing options, even as my body remained still, poised like a predator. The world had narrowed to this instant, and I clung to it, desperate for clarity, for an edge, for something I could use.

“You think this makes you strong?” I said, keeping my voice steady, “but it only proves you’re desperate.”

The man chuckled darkly. “Desperate? No… I’m precise. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Elias was getting unsteady on his feet, his movements slightly off balance. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating through the air around us. He looked straight into my eyes, and in that gaze, I saw the same thing I always felt whenever I was near Elias–the one unshakable certainty I knew I could rely on. The one thing I knew I would always have, no matter what happened. Trust. Unwavering, solid, and quietly powerful.

We could get through this. Together. No matter what the situation was. Without saying a word we had an understanding that we were going to get through this together.

Arthur tried to turn to take a swing at him but Elias‘ claws protruded and he slashed them across Arthur’s neck.

The ground started to soak with Arthur’s blood as he gurgled. But once Elias dropped Arthur’s body to the ground, he was lifeless and there was no more sound coming from him.

“Are you alright?” Elias asked, looking at my neck.

“Yeah. It’s already starting to heal. I can feel it.” I said.

Then, a low hum rolled through the air, vibrating in my chest. Shadows twisted unnaturally around the edge of the clearing, combining into shapes I couldn’t fully see. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“What… is that?” Elias whispered, voice tight with fear and anticipation.

I stiffened, eyes narrowing. “It’s not him.” I said, voice low. “Something else… something bigger. And it’s coming for us.”

Before I could ask more, the shadows surged forward, faster than anything I’d ever seen. My senses screamed–this was no ordinary threat. They didn’t move like creatures of flesh and bone; they rippled, stretching long and thin before snapping back into shapes that barely resembled human.