Novel & Cerita 1 Mate

But even if he does, I shouldn’t care about it. The next morning, I had taken my bath and was already ready to leave the room when a knock came on my door. I went to the door and saw that it was Matthew. “Good morning, Amanda.” “Good morning, Matthew.” I stepped aside for him to walk in, and when he did, I closed the door. “We need to talk, Amanda.” He sounded worried and concerned. “Alright, let’s talk.” He took a deep breath, and then a smile spread across his face. “I have found my mate.” He announced, and my eyes widened. “Really!” I asked, surprised and also happy.

He has no interest in me and it's clear that I don't have any interest in him either. HECK NO! Mate is a lot far, we can't even talk to each other normally without ending up fighting. "Ohhh," I said and rubbed the back of my head. "But it's different. I mean..normal people don't mate. Mate is a thing that can't be broken. That person is written in your faith but if a normal person rejects it, it's fine for them." He said and I gawked at him. Whatever he said just went above my head.

I came after changing and he gave me space which I appreciated very much. After lying down on the bed, I took the blanket and pondered what had just happened. My mood was totally off. The man wants to do everything with me, but he doesn't consider me his mate. If not, he might think of me as his lover or girlfriend, but he still denies it. Even with all the feelings a mate has, he does not acknowledge them, and it broke my heart into a million pieces. I know he told me, but has he been with anyone like this before? Has he ever brought any of his previous rejected mates here? He confused me show much. I sob slowly so that he cannot hear me. I miss my family. They were so kind to me. I never t

"I understand but I'm going to be really happy for the two of you if you two get engage together. I am really rooting for both of you. Congratulations on being a Lady now, Zaitelle Axis!" That phrase alone shook my entire being. I was happy that she wants me to be her son's partner in the future but as I grew up with a mature mentality, I don't quite sure now what to do. I'm torn in between.

If only he knew what was coming his way. His eyes met mine. Those pair of green eyes were the same that stared back at me the first time I found out who my mate was going to be. Thinking about that day brought back memories of what had transpired. And hell, I really do not want to think about it. Accepting a mate is first sealed with a kiss. A tingling sensation, or should I call it sparks, would be felt before and during the process. And trust me, both individuals would feel it.

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

"Yeah, buddy. You’ll be seeing more of me." Then I saw the slight panic across his mother's face and chuckled. Married or not, she was my mate. Mates were meant to be together; nothing—especially not her evil husband would change that. Left alone with her, the silence thickened. She sat rigidly, biting her lip like a nervous energy cracker. My gaze drank her in, every inch of her body, every curve that once belonged to me. Desire surged through my veins, and the mate bond pulled us into a silent battle of wills. Our eyes locked, neither one of us willing to back down.

she said, her tone transforming into that of a childlike, laced with emotional blackmail. Her drastic change in tone made me chuckle again. It wasn't the first time; she wouldn't stop talking about it. After my chuckle had boiled down, I answered calmly, "I have a mate already, and you know that." My words were wrapped with chuckles. She shook her head fervently at my words, "No, no." Her voice came almost immediately, "You don't have a mate. You can't call Lena your mate. That lady is ruthless, heartless, and vile," she said with a firm voice, her voice wrapped with determination.

"Fine." I picked up my clothes. "Then tell me something useful." Nyla became quiet. Then her voice changed. It became softer. We have a mate. I froze. "A what?" Our mate. I stared at the mirror. "What is a mate?" Someone who is connected to us by nature. I frowned. "Like a soulmate?" Exactly.

“Why all these questions?” He picks up my hand and looks me in the eye before answering. “As my mate, I need you to be open to what I need to tell you. Please do not freak out and know I love you with every beat of my heart. You are my very life force.” “Mate? What does that mean?” “Where I come from a mate is like a wife or a husband. And we mate for life with one mate, and we never stray. We can’t it is not in our DNA to do so.”