After I Died My Alpha Mate Went Crazy Novels & Stories

Damine searched every corner of the house like he was tracking a scent, but he couldn't find a single trace of me, not a single personal possession left behind. I had left so completely, as if I had never lived in this house for three years. The elderlysteward, Alexander, drawn by the commotion, stood in the bedroom doorway watching Damine's desperate search, his face etched with worry. After a moment's hesitation, he finally voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind: "Alpha, why... why would you agree to terminate the mate bond with Sylvia? She... she was a good mate." "Terminate the bond?!"

I don't know what it feels like to be rejected by your mate, but I would rather die than live without my mate. Mitsui said and I can't help but smile, what a silly wolf, I wouldn't dare to hurt my mate, I would gladly kill myself than hurt my mate.

She scoffs, her face curling up in disgust as she backs away from him until she's beside her father. "You are vile," she spits, and he shrugs. "I've been called a lot worse," he smirks, and her Alpha clears his throat. "Well, now that it has been established that your mate isn't here, can we please go back to the meeting?" James asks politely, and Alpha Adamo chuckles to himself. "No, see, I didn't say my mate wasn't here. In fact, she's right here," he shrugs, and everyone looks a little alarmed.

The next morning, before the ritual began, a messenger from the Elder Hall delivered something — I'd had it sent through a Moon Shadow courier. Kael opened it. Inside was a formal document bearing the Moon Shadow Elder's seal: Ash's death certificate. Cause of death — failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion within the full moon cycle, resulting in complete wolf disintegration. "Failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion." Those words seared into Kael's eyes like a brand. Attached was a line in my handwriting: "Ash was laid to rest three days ago. No need to come. The mate bond is broken."

Chapter 46 DARIUS'S POV The moment I walked through the gallery doors‚ my wolf lost its mind. It slammed against the inside of my skull like a caged animal‚ howling so loud that my vision blurred and I had to grab the doorframe to keep my balance. Mate! The word ripped through me like an electric current. My wolf was screaming it over and over. mate‚ mate‚ mate! And my head was spinning because that was impossible. Celeste was dead. I'd held her ashes in my arms.

Kayden asks. “Let her. She’s my mate sister. I don’t want her die in my pack too. Help me with her body and the other pack members who die today. We need to prepare their burial.” “Yes Alpha.” The Moon shines so bright in the sky. I look at her and curse her for doing this to me. How can she let my sister die? She’s too young, too innocent to be killed by that monster. How dare she paired my siter to a monster. Now I’m mate less. I can feel my wolf getting crazy inside of me.

I wasn't sure what to say or do, but quickly enough I gathered my senses. “Okay, what about his girlfriend? Does he love her? Can't love helping someone on the brink of death? Isn't that what they said?” I mentally rolled my eyes, trying to suppress my annoyance. Michael groaned, with much frustration. “She was here, but she wasn't any help because she wasn't his real mate, and besides, she was annoying.” He continued quickly adding. “We, need you to save our Alpha or we will all be erased from history.”

Alana’s POV The drive back to Alpha Matthew’s pack was long but was not boring. He filled me in with how my mother was his best friend all of his life until her parents decided to do that to her. He told me about how heartbroken he was, and how he tried so hard to bring her back with the help of witches but there was no way to bring her back and all of his attempts were futile. The way he spoke about her, it felt like I had known her too. Our faces were so similar that I was sure she looked exactly like I did when she was my age.

His stance was casual, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes, like a predator poised to strike. Recognition settled in my gut like ice. Darius Nightshade. The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My rival. The bastard was smiling. "I have to say," he mused, tilting his head, "it's not everyday an Alpha gets rejected by his mate in front of an audience. Must be humbling." The growl that rumbled from my chest was low, dangerous. Darius chuckled. "Careful," he warned mockingly. "You wouldn't want your little mate seeing you lose control."

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth. "The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.