Plot Twists Werewolf Short Stories & Mate Novels

After my rebirth, I looked at the marriage contract the pack elders had pushed in front of me, and wrote Ivy's name in the bride column. The elders blinked, then smiled in satisfaction. "You've finally learned to give the contract to someone more suitable." In my last life, I married Kane. He was the pack's Alpha, and my fated mate. The elders disliked me for being an orphan, for having low blood, for not knowing the rules. Kane thought the same. He wanted me to learn obedience, to become a Luna worthy of him. He said I was too bold, so I dyed my red hair the dark brown he liked and buried every temper he called "improper." He said a Luna shouldn't obsess over trivial things, so I withdrew from the research project I had helped build with my own hands. He said a Luna's time belonged in the temple and the banquet hall, so I gave up my promotion and spent my days shuttling between gowns and etiquette lessons. When I raised an objection in front of the elders, he frowned at me and told me not to make things difficult for him. He never asked what I wanted. He only told me what I should do and what I shouldn't. I learned to swallow my temper. Learned to obey. Learned to become the person they wanted. I spent a lifetime learning, until I forgot what I even wanted. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the elders announced the marriage contract. This time, I put down Ivy's name. Kane's childhood friend, the girl he grew up with. Kane didn't know the bride had been changed. He still thought I would stand obediently by his side, just like last time. But I would soon leave the pack and live a life of my own.

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." Her voice dripped with mock sympathy. "A mating ceremony? That little thing has failed so many times already—don't you ever give up? Today is my big day. Leo said nothing—absolutely nothing—can compare to what I have going on." Then she hung up. My hand went to my stomach. My body was growing cold. Sorry, little one. I never got the chance to give you a happy home.

I discovered my Alpha mate Ethan's secret. The ring he gave me on our wedding day was actually used to track and monitor me. But I didn't cry. I pretended my eyes hadn't healed, and witnessed firsthand how Ethan and his mistress clung to each other, entangled in affection. Ethan's voice was low and husky: "Let's be quick. Selene usually wakes up after an hour of rest." The mistress covered her mouth and giggled softly: "She's just a blind wolf. What does it matter if she wakes up? As long as we don't make any noise." Hearing this, Ethan glared at her in warning. "Even though Selene has lost her sight, she's still the person I love most, and she's my bottom line. If you disrespect Selene again, whatever is between us ends right here." But what he didn't know was that my blindness had been cured. I could see everything clearly now. After getting out of bed, I wiped away my tears and made a phone call. "Tell the Alpha of the Shadow Pack that I'm willing to become their Chief Healer."

For eighteen years, my bestie Sarah and I were just regular humans. And then, all of a sudden, we both awakened our werewolf blood. She ended up mated to Logan, like, the most powerful Alpha around. And me? Fate, or whatever, paired me up with Ethan, an Alpha from a pack under Logan's. The day of our mating ceremony, Sarah was all like, "Go on, enjoy Ethan's mark!" I mean, the guy had an eight-pack and was drop-dead gorgeous. But almost a year into our mating, Ethan still hadn't marked me. I cried to Sarah, "What's the point of a mate who won't even mark me?" I never expected Sarah to burst into tears too. "Logan and I… our genes aren't compatible. He can't get me pregnant. I want to break our mate bond too!" So, just like that, we hatched a plan to escape. After a "car accident," both Alphas' mates vanished. It wasn't until we started our new lives that we found out... We were both pregnant!

During the exchange of tokens in the Marking Ceremony, I presented the wolf tooth ring I had carved myself, as a witness to our marking. But my Alpha mate, Frendo, remained completely indifferent, not releasing any marking aura, as though he had entirely forgotten that today was the day of our spiritual bonding ceremony. At that moment, Lily updated her Instagram, saying she would be returning to the Sliver Lake Pack in an hour. The air immediately filled with the restless scent of wolves, and before I could react, my Beta brother, George, stepped onto the ceremony stage and emotionlessly announced, "The Marking Ceremony is canceled." Frendo and George, in perfect synchronization, turned and left the altar together, leaving me standing alone, under the watchful eyes of all the Pack members. They wanted to see how a one-person marking ceremony would proceed. It wasn’t until I held back my inner frustration and awkwardly finished the ceremony with some semblance of dignity that I opened Lily’s Instagram. In her latest photo, George and Frendo were both surrounding her, releasing intimate signals. One was holding a silver moon festival gift box, while the other offered her a moonlight rose, her favorite. I bitterly smiled and wiped away the tears from my eyes before calling the one family that truly mattered, my flesh and blood. "Dad, Mom. I want to go home."

I was an ordinary pharmacist's apprentice. To save my gravely injured brother, I agreed to a mysterious deal and slept with a man. Then I found out I was carrying six wolf pups! From that day on, I lived as a fugitive, hunted endlessly by the Silver Cross. When they strapped me to the silver altar, my six children were right in front of me. Their hands and feet were clamped in silver rings. The smallest, Nell, had already stopped breathing. The warden held a moon core extraction needle and said half-blood pups had no human rights. They were nothing more than experimental specimens waiting to be taken apart. No one knew their father was the Northern Alpha, who had gone three hundred years without an heir. Nor did anyone know that to find us, he had followed a cracked moonstone, three decoy prison wagons, and seven trails of blood for three full years. I tied the torn strips of my dress back onto my six children's wrists and told them, "Don't listen to them. Mommy is still here." The next second, six howls tore through the sanctified silver seal. The cathedral doors shattered. A man covered in snow stepped through the silver dust, his golden eyes fixed on me. "Take your hands off my family."

My mate, Ryan Carter, and I took in a young rogue Omega named Nina Reed, and I raised her myself. But once she grew up, she tried every trick she could think of to seduce Ryan. He said he would send her to another pack and never let her come back. Nina threw a fit and ran out of the house. During the argument, she shoved me down the stairs even though I was seven months pregnant. The fall left me badly injured. I lost the baby and had to undergo a hysterectomy. Ryan hated her deeply. He forced her into the pack's lowest rank, making her clean up after everyone, and even tied her up in the basement to torment her day and night. But when she pressed a poisoned silver blade to her own throat and offered me a life for a life, he panicked. He grabbed the blade, blood streaming between his fingers, and said in a voice hoarse with fear, "You don't have the right to die until you've given me another child to make up for the one we lost!" She threw herself into his arms, and this time Ryan stroked her hair gently with his clean left hand. I leaned against the wall outside the door as a violent pain tore through my heart. Once it passed, I mind-linked my older brother, Lucian Bennett, the Alpha who led our pack. "I need a different mate."

For five years, I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. And for five years, every time I carried my Alpha’s pup, I miscarried before full term. After losing three babies, the Elders heavily pressured my mate, Arthur. So, he brought home an Omega. Mia. He claimed Mia wanted to be our surrogate to repay me for saving her years ago. Even though I felt guilty, the Elders backed me into a corner. And when Arthur begged me with so much love and heartbreak in his eyes, I agreed. To compensate Mia, and to pay the massive medical and IVF bills, I worked myself to the bone. I took on all the pack’s grueling duties. I gave her the ultimate luxuries and the best prenatal care. I even risked my life on the front lines, fighting like a beast to secure more territory for our pack. Finally, after three painful rounds of IVF, she got pregnant. I still remember the day the pup was born. Arthur held me in his arms, crying tears of joy as he kissed me. "We finally have an heir, Serena. You never have to suffer again." Mia stayed in the guest room of our packhouse. I swore to myself that I would treat her like my own sister. And I loved our pup, Leo, as if he were my own flesh and blood. But the day after Leo’s first birthday, he spiked a massive fever and nearly passed out. Arthur and Mia were out. Panicking, I rushed him to the pack hospital for emergency surgery. When the blood test came back, I froze. Leo was Blood Type B. He wasn't my child.

I end up suffering from a miscarriage after getting attacked by a Rogue on the highway. At that moment, my mate, Jerry Shaw, happens to drive by me with his Omega assistant, Monica Reed. As soon as Jerry sees my white dress that's completely stained red, he covers Monica's eyes instantly, blocking her curious gaze. "Don't look. It's bad luck," he says coldly. The next second, the car speeds off. Jerry doesn't even glance in my direction. I collapse onto the ground and try to reach Jerry through our mind-link. Once, twice, ten times... By the 99th attempt, there's still no response. That's when it hits me—to him, neither I nor our pup matters. That evening, I find something under the bed. It's a pair of black lace panties studded with rhinestones. It's sexy, expensive, and clearly not mine. Expressionless, I toss it into a drawer like a useless scrap of trash. Then, I call Jimmy Norwood. My voice is calm and steady as I say, "I've made up my mind. Next week, I'm leaving the pack. I'll come to your territory and start the new job."

I spent five years taking the blame for a truth that could have destroyed my Alpha. In Blackthorn Pack, everyone mocked me as the wolfless Omega who couldn’t bear an heir. They said I was unfit to be Luna. They said Adrian Hale should cast me aside for a stronger woman. What none of them knew was that Adrian was the infertile one. I burned the report myself and let the whole pack shame me for his weakness. I gave up my studies, my pride, and everything I loved to protect him. Then his mistress got pregnant. And I heard the truth with my own ears. “She has no wolf, no pack, no one to stand up for her. Even if she makes a scene, the Elders’ Council won’t take her side.” That was the moment I understood. For power, for bloodline, for status, Adrian had already chosen Lydia Ashcroft, the Alpha’s daughter carrying a child he couldn’t possibly have fathered. So I severed our mate bond. I took nothing from him except the look on his face when he opened the medical report I left behind. Patient: Adrian Hale. Diagnosis: congenital azoospermia. Infertile. What Adrian never knew was that I was never wolfless. I was the lost daughter of a Lycan King. And in my bloodline, a wolf does not awaken until her family calls her home. The one who could never have children was never me. It was the man who begged the world to believe otherwise.

On our wedding night, Alpha Victor Markham's eyes glistened with tears as he made a solemn vow. "Moon Goddess, be my witness. Tia Carey, you will be my one and only mate for as long as I live. From this day forward, my wolf will answer to no one but you." When he returned from a business trip to Australia, he brought home another she-wolf. Victor avoided my eyes. "Tia, this is Louise Mercer. S-she's my fated mate." His fated mate? But I was already his mate. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Victor hurried over and took my hand. "I only brought her back so the witch could find a way to sever the fated-mate bond between Louise and me. I promise, Tia. You're the only one I love." His fingers brushed the mating mark on my neck, as though he were trying to convince himself as much as me. I believed him. But when Louise accidentally hurt her little finger, Victor shifted and appeared at her side in an instant. His eyes were gentler than I'd seen them in a long time. "You hurt yourself again? Are you okay?" Meanwhile, I was left struggling to my feet, clutching my bruised knee, with everyone watching. The humiliation burned. That was when I understood: instinct could outrun any vow.

I am the daughter of the Silvermoon pack's Alpha. In my past life, I loved Kael blindly and became his mate. The one who was sent as an arranged mate to the ruthless Alpha of Frostfang pack was my foster sister, Lyra. After Lyra's sudden death, Kael never spoke to me again. Yet, when an avalanche struck our pack, he still threw himself to save me. Even then, at the moment of death, he never once looked my way. His hand clutched only the wolf fang Lyra had given him. "Lyra, I'll protect you no matter what if there's another lifetime," he swore. It was only then that I understood that I could not force love. When I opened my eyes again, my father and the elders were already discussing who would be sent as the arranged mate to the Frostfang pack. This time, I choose to fulfill Kael's wish to be with Lyra. I step forward before anyone else and volunteered. "I am willing to become the arranged mate of Alpha Volf of the Frostfang pack." Just when I had already let Kael and Lyra be, he fought his way into the Frostfang pack. Why did he risk everything, only to beg me to come back?

At 32 weeks pregnant, I was cornered in a baby store by Clara Ward, my mate's childhood sweetheart. She ripped the patch off the side of my neck, pinned me against a shelf, and demanded to know how much longer I planned to hide the mark I'd stolen. When security showed up, I didn't argue. I just asked them to pull the camera footage. When my Alpha mate Leon Blake arrived, someone at the front desk asked which of us was his mate. Leon saw my bleeding hand, but he put his coat around the other woman's shoulders first. "Clara's upset. My mate's identity stays private for now." After two years of waiting for him to acknowledge me, all I got was a cold note in my file that read, "Status pending verification." That day, I started the 28-day treatment to remove his mark. On the last day, I would take my bags and get on a train out of Blackpine pack territory. When Leon signed the papers, he said, "You said you weren't coming back the last two times, too." What he didn't know was that this time, I wouldn't even leave him our child's urn.

I was the wildest she-wolf in the Black Moon Pack. But my mate Cedric loved how untamable I was. When I challenged a cocky male wolf to a duel and broke his ribs, he laughed and wiped the blood off my hands. When I publicly defied the elders and flipped the council table, he stood in front of me and said, "My Luna doesn't bow to anyone." Even when he was at the border negotiating alliances, he'd rush back overnight just to fasten the moonstone necklace around my neck himself. I thought his favoritism would never change. Until Chloe, a rogue she-wolf, appeared. She was gentle, fragile, always so obedient. The first time he said, "Can you rein in your wildness and learn to behave?" I crushed a glass with my bare hand. Later, he postponed the pack council for her and expelled anyone who questioned her rogue status. Then he openly brought her to banquets. Everyone was waiting for me to explode. To flip the long table, bare my claws, and tear Chloe apart in front of everyone. But I didn't fight. Didn't make a scene. I even offered my own gown and my moonstone necklace. Cedric wrapped an arm around me, satisfied. "You've finally learned to be sensible and obedient." "As a reward, in three days, I'll hold a grand marking ceremony for you." I smiled and said okay. But he didn't know. On the day of the marking ceremony, I would be gone.

For ten years, Isaac was my fated mate. My Alpha. My future. Then, on the eve of his Alpha Ceremony, he chose another she-wolf to be his Luna, Chloe. His reason? She was wild and free...everything I used to be. "We are FATED MATES!" I screamed, my hand flying to the mark on my neck. "How can you defy the Moon Goddess? How can you just throw me away?" My wolf howled through our bond, trying to make him feel my pain. The backlash should have crippled him. But he didn't even flinch. It wasn't a real mark. Just a lie, painted on with magic. A trick to chain me to his side. My legs gave out. I hit the floor, a raw sob tearing from my throat. When the tears dried, the grief turned to ice. I stormed the Elders' Council and demanded they sever the bond. Then, I did the unthinkable. I chose his cursed uncle, Vincent. Isaac laughed. He thought it was a pathetic game to make him jealous. He had no idea. The Elders had already named his uncle the new Alpha. He didn't understand his mistake until he saw me crowned Luna on Vincent's arm. Only then did he come crawling back, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

The night before the bond ceremony, the moonlight was like silver, sprinkling over the altar of the werewolf tribe. The Moon Goddess chose Jonah's white moonlight, Emma, and assigned her to William, the tyrannical alpha of the werewolf tribe.His blood flows with the power of the ancient wolf king, but also with untamed wildness. Rumor has it that every woman who spends the night with William will be covered in bruises the next day. William’s desire is intertwined with his wolf nature, and the silver bed is his unique symbol. Silver is poison and a test for werewolves. William would let those women lie on the cold silver bed, watching their pain of being eroded by silver and the joy of desire intertwined, making painful moans and confused gasps. This contradictory torture is the catalyst for his wild desire. Jonah knows William's cruelty well, and he can't bear Emma to be the next victim. So, under the protection of the moonlight, he kidnapped Emma one step ahead and completed the marking ceremony with her under the witness of the Moon Goddess. And I, the woman abandoned by Jonah. The vows I made turned to ashes under the moonlight, and my name became a laughingstock in the tribe. In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, and William's figure appeared in front of my tent. His golden pupils flickered in the twilight with the aggression of a beast. His voice was low and threatening: "Since Jonah has robbed my partner, you can be my Luna: how about it?" Luna, the partner of the alpha in the werewolf tribe, symbolizes power and glory, but also means endless bondage and danger. I raised my head, looked directly into his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of my mouth: "Okay."

The night of our mating ceremony, my destined Alpha, Alex, basically tossed a three-year temporary mate bond agreement at me. He said he only had eyes for one wolf girl, Lily, an Omega. He told me he’d wait until the day he was in charge of the pack, then he’d personally cut our mate bond. Lily would be his one and only. That was until Lily had a huge fight with him and just up and vanished. Alex, after too many nights drowning his sorrows, accidentally marked me. It seemed like he was finally starting to get that I was his real mate. He even started willingly holding me as we fell asleep. Just when I thought Alex had totally accepted me, Lily came back. To save Lily’s mom, Alex didn’t think twice about giving up his own precious life force. To make Lily happy, he publicly shamed me at the Moon Festival, even snatching the only moonstone bracelet my grandma had left me. Lily smashed the bracelet, and my heart broke right along with it. On our third bonding anniversary, Alex booked my favorite restaurant, wanting to say sorry. But what he didn't know was that I’d already broken our mate bond. I wasn't going back.

I was eight months pregnant and had just gone into labor, but my Alpha mate, Damien, locked me in a silver cage in the basement to delay my labor. When I cried out for help, he just told me to wait. Because his late brother's mate, Victoria, was also giving birth that day. The Pack Seer had foretold that only the firstborn pup would be blessed by the Moon Goddess and become the future Alpha. "The title belongs to Victoria's child," he said. "She lost Marcus. She has nothing. You already have all my love, Elena. The silver cage will make sure you deliver after her." The contractions were torture. I begged him to take me to the clinic. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Stop pretending. I should've known you never loved me. All you've ever cared about is wealth and status!" "To force your labor early, just to steal what belongs to my nephew… You're truly wicked." Pale and trembling, I whispered: "The pup is coming, I can't stop it. Please, I'll make a blood oath. I don't care about the inheritance. I only love you!" He scoffed."If you loved me, you wouldn’t have forced Victoria into that contract to give up her pup’s birthright. I'll come back for you after she delivers. After all, that's my pup in there, too." He stood guard outside Victoria's delivery room. Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral.

The night before the Blood Moon, my Alpha, Kael was drugged with Silver Fern — an aphrodisiac so strong it sent him into an uncontrollable rut, his eyes burning red. I was his fiancée's younger sister, raised to be his "Shadow Luna." That night, he pinned me against the cold stone steps of the Moon Temple. I should have pushed him away. Instead, I melted into his heat. When I finally lifted my bloodied head, I saw his true Luna — my own sister — standing in the doorway in her moonstone bonding gown, tears in her eyes. Three days later, the patrol dragged a body from the Silver Lake. A woman in a bonding gown. She was carrying the Alpha's first heir. He married me anyway, to keep the pack stable. On our wedding night, he gripped my chin and sneered: "Are you satisfied now?" For thirty years after that, he never marked me, never gave me a Luna's power, never touched me again. On my deathbed, he leaned down and whispered, word by word: "I wish I had never met you." When I opened my eyes, I was back on that moonless night — the night he was drugged. This time, I clutched my collar shut, and pushed my sister into his room.

On the day of my bonding ceremony with Vincent Sawyer, the future Alpha, the moonstone ring meant for me, the future Luna, has mysteriously disappeared from the ringbox. In its place sits a can tab that has already gone black from oxidation. The guests' cheers die down immediately. They all turn to look at me after that. Amid the silence, Vincent's childhood sweetheart, Sharon Anderson, walks out from the crowd. She raises her left hand and waves, the moonstone ring perched on her ring finger. Then, she pulls out a matching ring before sliding it onto Vincent's finger. "You must be scared out of your wits, huh, Angelica? I'm actually wearing the ring right now. This can tab is no ordinary item, you know. Vincent had given it to me when we were still pups. It resembles everlasting love that will never fade away. Now, I'm giving it to you." Sharon's words strike me right in my heart. I tremble violently, feeling as if my heart is being cut into a million pieces. However, Vincent just chuckles. "Sharon always comes up with silly ideas. She's just joking around, Angelica. Don't take her actions to heart." "Oh, I won't." I toss the can tab into the bonfire, a dry chuckle escaping from my lips. "This bonding ceremony is canceled." Vincent grabs my hand before pulling me into his arms. "Stop messing around, Angelica! We found the ring, didn't we? This bonding alliance will affect the future of our packs! You're not the one calling the shots here!" I squirm out of Vincent's grasp, catching a trace of sickly sweet scent lingering around him—one that isn’t mine at all. "While it's true that the Moonlake pack is going to form a bonding alliance with the Brownstone pack, my future mate isn't necessarily you."