Abused Unloved Mate Novels & Stories

“Your mate will not appreciate this, I do not appreciate this, and for the sake of everyone please, stop.” “My mate does not give two flying shits about me.” She stated seriously, all that grin and lark disappearing as she met my gaze with her cold ones, her expression and the emotions which she tries to hide shining bright to me. And if I thought I was having a difficult time then, her words felt like a punch in my gut. She blinked, the words cold, and holding no emotions as she tries to sound as apathetic as possible but I could sense the underlying pain there. “He only has me as his mate as an arm candy given who my Uncle is to you, but behind the prying eyes, he has made it clear one too

I was her silver lining, her source of hope and happiness amidst the darkness. Because of my father's treatment of my mother, I developed a deep aversion to the word "mate." Their relationship had been nothing short of traumatic, a far cry from the unconditional love and support that mated pairs were supposed to share. I had never witnessed any genuine affection or tenderness between them. Their interactions were riddled with pain and anguish, a nightmarish spectacle that haunted me.

Provided they were from other packs of course. Winter was looking forward to finding her mate, for her finding her mate meant freedom, but as for me, I hoped I never did. Over the years my father had shown me that mates weren’t all they were cracked up to be in the stories we were told. Truth be told, he had made me wonder if the stories we had always heard about mates were even real. He had beaten my mother and abused her mentally and verbally every day of my life. It didn’t help that I knew that the abuse she had endured had been going on longer than I had been alive. My mother had cried herself to sleep every night, from the pain he put her through. When she had realised that my father wa

' "What did you think about when you created the will for your knife?" At that question, Ivor supported himself on the wall and drank a mouthful of wine. As he began to speak, a bitter smile appeared on his face. "You must know that I've never been too interested in cultivation, I was just a simple noble. I fell in love with a beautiful woman and she had the same feeling for me. Yet, my status wasn't good enough and she was then married to another family. From that moment on, the "Attunement" method has been precluded from me. The moment when Heavens and Earth feel that you don't believe in their fairness, you will lose all your chances to ever hear the language of the "Breath"."

I lost my parents, I don't even know why they were killed, then I was sold to an Alpha where I was treated like a slave, I tried numerous times to tell the Alpha about me, but he never gave me a chance to talk, then I find my mate who was asked to reject me, I still nursed my broken heart because I thought my mate loved me, but not even a day, I find another woman in my mate's bed, is there anything left for me to face? What is there for me to live? There is no reason for this life, I always endured everything because I thought I had a mate who would love me and take all the pain away, but now there's nothing left. I pulled a piece of paper and wrote a note for my mate. I don't want them to

Jazz POV Growing up without parents to guide and nurture me, I was deprived of the opportunity to witness the true essence of companionship and friendship that mates are meant to embody. Tragically, my parents passed away when I was just a child, leaving me to navigate the complexities of life on my own. To make matters worse, the family I resided with in the absence of my parents were hardly present in my life, except for the moments when they subjected me to emotional and physical abuse over trivial matters. This tumultuous upbringing has shaped my perspective on relationships, leaving me yearning for the genuine connection and support that mates are meant to provide.

It's not like he was nice to me when I called him last week. He didn't miss me, and neither should I. He probably got laid many times with many women and quenched whatever lust that stemmed from the mate bond for me. That's what this mate bond was about—lust. I'm suffering from a serious case of unrequited lust right now, I told myself and slammed my door shut.

“Don’t you speak of her. What I do to you is no more then a up grade to a hand job.” I can feel my tears flowing down my face as I think about if I might have a mate somewhere out there. Where is he? “Poor little human, that you’ll never know what it’ll be like to have a mate. Never feel the unconditionally love from another, but even if you did have a mate most like he’ll reject you from the moment he meets you. Your so worthless you human bitch.” He lets go of my hair and walks toward the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow night at the same time, and maybe we might go a little further if I’m in a good mood.”

“I was born to a man who couldn’t walk; he could barely feed himself. The Pack didn’t want him, they called him useless, broken, and he was rejected, laughed at.” He clenched his jaw, then continued. “My mother stayed with him. I think she really loved him, or maybe she just felt sorry for him; either way, she tried, but with time, she learnt that love doesn’t pay for food.” He paused, the weight of the words that were to come hung tightly in his throat, it hovered over his mind like a curse. Eliana noticed his hesitation and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a silent show of encouragement. He nodded slowly. “She did what she could,” he continued, but with a rougher voice this time aroun

After a few minutes she calmed down, wiping at her eyes, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucked up right now. Being back in the city has brought back a lot of memories and not good ones. I feel so drawn to you, and I don’t think that’s right. You know, we barely know each other, and I’m pushing you away because I really like the thought of being yours, being dominated by you, but that just makes me feel more fucked up. Did I like what happened to me? Is that why I’m enjoying this?” Tears started appearing at the corners of her eyes again. Oliver pulled her in for a hug, “There’s nothing wrong with you. You…” he was going to say she was his mate, but she started laughing with self-hat