1 Mate Novels & Stories

He walked to me and sat on the bed before taking my hands in his. "You're confused right?" He asked and I nodded my head. "Listen carefully. You are my mate." If he thought that was an explanation, then that didn't do much...I was still confused. "What's a mate?" I asked. "A mate is someone the moon goddess has destined for you. The person is your other half and you feel immense joy when you're with them." "So like lovers?" "Yeah. Destined lovers." He added. I didn't know what to feel about this, but I still went with the flow.

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.

No one really knows what we look like so we aren't in much danger yet. Matthew and I have been dating for just under two years now but he doesn't want to be intimate with me until I feel the mate bond because he wants me to be sure. I know that I love him so much already I can't imagine the bond making it any better then it already is. I can see how hard it is for him to just stick to kissing and heavy petting so I can't wait until our birthday tomorrow. I don't feel an overwhelming need to have sex with him right now outside of a normal teenager so I'm a little scared based on my talks I've had with my dads. I will be taking over as Alpha tomorrow as well but uncle Elijah, who I guess I sho

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

I have very few reservations about wanting Shaun to mark me and make me his mate. "The connection mates feel is a bond that's hard to break. It's rare for mates to cheat on or reject one another after mating. When mates reject each other, the pain can kill them, especially after they mark each other. So if you accept me, you will never have to worry about me not wanting you or changing my mind. We were made for each other." Do you see the puddle on the couch? That's me. He just made me melt, but who wouldn't with a man saying we were made for each other?

This should prove who I choose. My mate.

He folds his hands behind his head then leans backwards into the grass watching the clouds go by. “My Mate? What if she is my mate and she just didn’t see it yet?” Ezra looks questioning over to his friend who is trying to stay as calm and relaxed as he can. “Believe me Ez, if she was your Mate, you would know. It hits you and all out of a sudden only she matters to you. Everything and everyone else becomes unimportant. You see the World in a different light. She is what keeps you breathing even when you feel like there is nothing left to live for… Her pure existence keeps your world from falling apart.” Nero closes his eyes to keep himself from falling apart.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

“My mate.” “Tell me.”

"If you need... anything. Protection. Answers. I'm here." His words hung heavy, laced with unspoken promises. Aurelia's pulse raced, her body betraying her with a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted to push him away, but the mate bond, unseen and unfelt by her, drew her closer. "Thanks," she whispered, meeting his gaze. In that moment, the fractures in her world felt a little less sharp, even as new tensions brewed.