Abused Unloved Mate Novels & Stories

“Don't feel so special; I could have done that for anyone else.“ He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why do you dislike me this much?“ I couldn't help but find myself asking. He went mute for over ten minutes; I watched the movement of his gaze. I already concluded that he wants to give me a reply. “I know you ought to know the story about the woman I once loved, right?“ He asked coldly. I nodded hastily; Luna told me about her; he must have loved her so deeply that she had to hurt him this bad. “No one knows the full story.“ He paused, carrying a book from his shelf. “She had a really bad sickness that couldn't be treated with mere herbs or tablets; everyone had lost hope, including her husband.

Aldric hissed. The word "mate" made Kebel's stomach churn with disgust. Here he was, helplessly weak, his wolf screaming in his head, but suppressed with drugs, his supposed mate had slipped into his drink. If this was how mates were treated, then he didn't want one, but it was rather unfortunate that he was bonded to this monster.

We’re doomed in a great way if our mate looks half as good as he smells. It felt like my entire body was plunged into the ocean, immediately freezing it once submerged. She clearly said mate. Most people would be thrilled to meet their mate, but I wasn’t like most people. This pack already held enough control over the pain in my life. All I needed to add to that was the control that my mate would have. I could already identify multiple ways that having a mate could make things crash and burn. One of them was him forcing a mark on my neck and then abusing the mate-bond.

“I just don’t want anyone to think that I have trapped you. Also, I am afraid that you will treat me like trash or shit! I still don’t understand why you even...want me as your mate? Why are you so nice to me while I am not leaving a chance to taunt you? Girls like you are usually too busy to care about weakling like me. Is your wolf want me to keep me close and you don’t have any other choice than to stick around me?” “Is that all?”, She asked after a moment of silence. . “No.”, I took a deep breath before speaking. “I owe you for the first steps of my recovery. I will forever be thankful for that. For months I have thought of you as my friend..an ally...and my future chosen mate. I fixed m

he asked, not deciphering the meaning behind my words. “Who do you think would wish to be mates with you? You deserve to be mateless all your life! You are the person who sacrificed your mate before and harmed my sister. Do you think I would like to be mates with you, a treacherous villain?” I said, as my eyes gleamed darker, recalling what deeds he had done with them.

I always ended up as the one whose heart was broken. I was told when I was still a pup that finding my mate would be the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was told that my mate will always protect me with his life. I was told that my mate would love me. I had watched the way my father treats my mother and the way people handle their mates. I had admired it and concluded that everyone would accept their mate but I guess I was an exception. It was the opposite of everything that I was told. Finding my mate was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. He never protected me nor did he love me. He despises me and will do anything to get rid of me. To him, I was just someone sent to

“I felt it. I came. I'm sorry I was late.” His fingers weakly curled around my shirt, as if to confirm I was real. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. “You think I give a damn?” My voice cracked. “You think I wouldn’t come when you were like this? I felt you vanish, Al. You disappeared from me. It… it scared me, love. I was scared.” He was still burning. Still trembling. And I knew what it was. Mate’s heat. The worst kind, unfulfilled. Suppressed. Rejected. No wonder it tore him apart.

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th

My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. I thought as I looked at her in disgust and displeasure. Just like me when I was human. She is human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this!

This explains why they were able to live away from each other without complaints. My heart ached for Amanda, imagining what she must have gone through, having a mate who doesn’t love her and hasn’t touched her for years. It pained me to know that after leaving me, I thought she was going to be happy with Matthew, that he would show her love and make her happy. But it seems I was wrong; Matthew never loved Amanda. He was just drawn to her by the mate bond.