Abused Unloved Mate Novels & Stories

“I demand that you unmark her. Once you will unmark, you will know that she isn’t your mate. You won’t feel the pain that is associated with unmarking. And that will prove my point!” Tova was aghast at his mother’s sheer apathy. The idea of unmarking his mate was abhorrent. The pang of pain that he felt in his heart even by the thought of it was so sharp that he felt dizzy. His beast screamed against the idea. It sounded wrong on all levels. He staggered and clutched a table’s edge near him. He closed his eyes, clutched his heart and turned his face towards the ceiling. “Tova!” Alyssa rushed to him and held him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest. When Mizette said to unmar

It was the worst experience ever. Werewolves are blessed with mates but I was cursed with one. They say a mate is your soulmate, your other half. Someone who would love and cherish you unconditionally. But mine was a nightmare, he tortured me both physically and emotionally. He looked at me with so much hatred just because I wasn’t the one he was in love with.

“Look at you; you are not even beautiful.” “Oh, how I pity the person mated to you.” “Look at you! Disgusting! Get out of my sight!” I fall on the floor, remembering those mean words. My mate will never truly love me. I will never be good enough for anyone. I cried loudly, curling myself into a ball. I thought he would love me. I thought he accepted me as his mate; I thought he was happy about having me as his mate; oh, what a fool I have been because, once again, it has been proven that no one will ever love me.

"My mate is not going to be dumb." "Details, shmetails," shrugged Carter. He leaned back on the wall opposite to her, with a smirk on his lips. "You might believe that your mate will be a knight in shining armor, Darling. But I need to warn you that sometimes mates are not exactly the same as in your dreams, they can be quite cruel and ruthless. Greedy and selfish for the sake of protecting their peace. Maybe they will let go of you, abandon you, leaving you alone forever. While you wait for them to give a bit of their sympathy to you, they could ignore you and go out to play. Their essence might be engraved in your bones, but the same isn't necessarily true for them."

After that he showed his true colors. My poor aunt went from being the mate that he doted on to the woman he abused and shoved away until it was convenient for him, all the while he made her watch while he bedded whatever female he wanted to, causing her an immeasureable amount of physical and emotional pain. It is literally painful when your mated and your mate is mating with someone else. I have never been through it of course but they teach us all about it in high school when we get closer to the age of finding our mates.

Trusting me with her body, if not her heart. Is a mate meant to leave you completely off balance? What about the matebonds that are just two people living in gentle harmony? Why has the Goddess given me a mate that leaves me practically stammering a foolish offer to put her in a box and smuggle her out? I even offered to abdicate!

“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.

And that too, to a naive girl who could not wait to experience a continuous earth quaking - mating session with her destined mate because of the body quaking kiss that sealed their fate as mates when they imprinted at her birthday party. Or was it.... The tears came then and I wiped them off furiously. I had been prepared to keep enduring everything, keeping the fruits of those abuse as my compensation but even that was denied me. That had been the last straw. Now he writes. To what end? To make me feel guilty? His negligence and cruelty and the wickedness of his mother and his mistress had caused me to become barren but it's okay. I have learnt my lesson. There is nothing like true love in

I replied using my old and broken bed as a crutch to help me get to my feet, my legs feeling like jelly as I dumped myself on the mattress. “We’d be free to do what we want! Free to find our mate who will protect us from everyone here! I know he’s out there somewhere!” She continued to hound my head with what she wanted, but with the constant beatings and the awful reminders from each person I pass, I’ve become unlovable, even if my mate is out there, I doubt he’d want me after everything.

I recalled the way they'd taunt me, their words cutting and humiliating me at every turn. Frustration welled up inside me and I wished I could scream. Mate bonds weren't treated how it was in the past with tales of soulmates and true love. They weren't concrete standards to fall in love or get together with a person and many others lived without their mates. Having a mate only meant having a high compatibility with someone and it wasn't a sign of a good relationship. Despite knowing all of that, I couldn't understand how the universe could pair me with the worst people on earth.