Novel & Cerita 1 Mate

Oh no. “What’s a mate?” I asked, remembering the term he had used on me. Does it mean prostitute? For some reason, anger boiled in me and Davina noticed this causing her to look at me confused while she answered me. “A mate is your other half. A gift was given by the moon goddess to every supernatural being. Mostly werewolves. Your mate is your only lover and Andrè is mine.” She completed with a chirp and I could see the enchanted look in Andrè’s eyes like he was indeed taken away by her. She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise.

I hated that he was hurting and worse his mate rejected him over shit he couldn't control. Don't give up, baby ,mama will always be here.

Zane stepped forward until he was infront of me, and before I could ask again, he bent one knee and sank down. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked sharply. His grin was gone. He looked… earnest. I hated it. “I want to ask you something,” he said. “I’m not good at subtle, so I’ll just say it. Be my mate.” The world tilted under me. Mate? Mate??! Not just… dating. Not partners. A mate. Mates are for supposedly for life. Mates are… everything. I stared down at him, words catching in my throat. “Zane—what?”

this seemed to have caught his attention as I saw his hands stop moving on the keyboard. His eyes flickered to mine again, and he stretched his limbs out. “Fine. Ask away,” “I’ve been so interested in the mate thingy. How does it work exactly? I know it’s a soulmate thing, but I need more explanation on it,” I sat on the chair, leaning my hands and my chin on the backrest. “Well, like I had explained earlier, and like what’s you said, mates are coined from soulmates. To know if you’re mated is like a pull to your significant other. It’s an indescribable feeling and there’s no way to miss it,”

I contemplate rejecting Tyler, but remember what my parents had told me when I was younger. “What is a mate?” I had asked my mom. “Your mate is the person you are meant to be with forever, your other half, your soulmate,” she told me. “You have the choice of accepting or rejecting your mate. However, be cautious about rejecting your mate because a rejection is permanent.” I nodded, not entirely understanding what she meant.

Brishor completed her sentence. Color rose to her cheeks and she nodded. He brushed her auburn hair on her forehead away and said, “Because you are our mate and you are the most beautiful woman.” For a long time, she stared in his emerald eyes. “Mate?” She didn’t understand. “What is a mate?” “Someone with whom you bond at a deeper level. It is like your souls that are intertwined for this life and beyond. We three are mates.” Chezzal took her small hand in his and compared her petite ones with his large ones. “So beautiful,” he breathed and kissed them.

mate! I started perceiving a particular scent, the scent of newly bloomed lilies That scent was driving me crazy, I decided to follow the scent When I got to where the owner of the scent was, what I saw broke my heart My mate was being bullied and hit by a bunch of over pampered bitchy wolves Anger boiled inside of me and I roared "stop!!!" But the bitch and her group refused to listen And that was when my wolf went loose for the first time and I shifted

“How could it not be? You even just admitted it when you said being your mate was what makes me worth fighting for. Not the person I am; after all, you just met me, and you can’t be in love with me already. Infatuated maybe, but not in love.” He took a breath, and then a moment of pause before he said, “First of all, a mate is not a mere trophy, a mate is far more valuable than that. And before you get worked up, what I mean by that is a mate can offer things that are priceless and intangible. Things like unconditional and powerful love, trust, peace, a home, even children and a family. and those things are invaluable.

I had no right to be happy, I had just lost my dad, my friend, raven was left in a critical condition, two men who weren't my mate were already lusting after me and worse of all, it seemed like my said mate had no interest in me. Well it didn't matter because I didn't have any interest in him. I couldn't deny the fact that he was handsome, nor could I deny the fact that he gave me a little time to spend with my dear friend. But all those didn't catch my fancy towards him. I had always imagined myself meeting my mate in a more romantic scene. Where we both went for a forest run and our scent called out to each other. Where we would see each other and tell Mate, taking in our scent like our li

Rasmus asked when the man was just sitting on the sofa with his head buried in his hand. “Do I look better, Rasmus?” Edward growled and the little servant gulped fearfully and retreated to a safe distance. Edward sighed and glanced up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and fought to keep himself calm. “What do you know about the mating mark?” “Well, my Prince,” Rasmus chuckled, “I haven’t found my mate yet but from what I read in our books, the mating mark keeps the two souls connected. The male could feel anything the female feels. According to logic, it is so that he would know when she needs his help and go to save her.”