The Warrior’s Broken Mate novel Chapter 127

The courtyard was silent except for the crackle of falling ash. My body trembled as shadows crawled over my skin, sinking into me like living chains. My eyes burned, and though I tried to speak, only the sorcerer’s voice poured out.

“Finally.” He hissed through my lips, flexing my fingers as though testing the weight of my body. “A vessel strong enough to carry me.”

Elias froze only a few feet away. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his shirt torn and soaked in blood. I could see the horror in his eyes, but also something sharper beneath it- rage, desperation, love.

“Let her go.” He growled, his voice raw. His claws glinted in the dim light, but his hands shook. “You don’t belong in her.”

The sorcerer laughed, the sound echoing through me until it felt like my ribs would split. She’s mine now. The girl opened her mind to me. All it took was a whisper, a seed of doubt, and look how quickly she bent.”

I screamed inside my own skull, but the sound never reached my throat. I could see, hear, feel everything–but I wasn’t in control.

The Ash Queen stepped forward, her crown glowing faintly as shadows tried to bite at her. You always underestimated her, sorcerer.” She said coldly. “That will be your downfall.”

“Empty words from a fallen queen.” He sneered. “You couldn’t stop me before. What makes you think you can now?”

The Ash Queen’s gaze flicked to Elias. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, though I saw worry etched in the tight line of her mouth. “We need to sever him from her spirit.” She said quickly. “While he’s still binding himself. If we wait, the merge will be permanent.”

Elias’s head snapped toward her. “How?”

“There’s only one way.” Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Force the bond with you, wolf. Drive it deeper, anchor her to you so tightly that the sorcerer cannot root himself.”

The words cut through me like lightning. Force the bond? My heart–what was left of it- lurched at the thought. But the sorcerer only laughed again, curling my lips into a smile.

“You think love will save her? How… quaint.”

Elias’s jaw clenched, his gaze locked on me. His eyes shimmered, golden and wild, his wolf straining at the edge of his skin. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The sorcerer raised my hand, and black fire sparked to life in my palm. “Then you’ll die trying.”

The blast tore toward Elias, searing the air. He dove aside, rolling across the cracked stone, the fire exploding behind him. He came up on his feet with a snarl, blood dripping from his arm where the blast had grazed him.

“Fight him!” He shouted, his voice cracking. “I know you’re in there. Don’t let him take you from me!” Elias pleaded.

Inside, I clawed at the darkness smothering me. I felt the bond pulsing faintly, buried beneath the sorcerer’s chains. It flickered like a candle in a storm, fragile but still there. I reached for it, desperate.

The sorcerer hissed. “Stay down.” Shadows slammed through me like iron bars, shoving me back into silence.

Elias charged. His claws raked across the stone as he lunged for me, but the sorcerer was faster. He raised my arm, and shadows whipped out like blades, slashing across Elias’s chest. He staggered back, blood staining his skin, but didn’t stop.

The Ash Queen raised her hands, summoning fire that burned white instead of black. It clashed with the sorcerer’s shadows, forcing him to turn part of his focus to her. “Now, wolf!” she shouted. “Push the bond–force her to remember you!”

Elias leapt again, dodging the shadows that lashed out at him. He grabbed my shoulders, holding me tight even as I thrashed under the sorcerer’s control. His golden eyes burned into mine.

“Look at me.” He demanded, voice trembling. “You know me. You know my soul. I am yours- you are mine. Nothing can change that.”

The sorcerer spat through my lips. “She belongs to no one but me.”

Elias shook me, not in anger but in desperation, his forehead pressing against mine. His voice dropped to a whisper, rough and broken. “Please, baby. Feel me. Remember the first time we touched. Remember the bond snapping into place. That wasn’t a trick, it wasn’t a lie. It was us.”

The words pierced the shadows like sparks in the dark. I felt them, raw and real, tugging at the thread deep inside me. I pushed against the sorcerer’s grip with everything I had, clawing toward that thread.

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