Alpha Nocturne S Contracted Mate Novels & Stories

"Whatever you find, you can say it in front of both of them." The healer swallowed hard. "The drink contains traces of dark magic, my lord. Specifically, a bonding suppressant designed to prevent a wolf from recognizing their true mate." The silence that followed was deafening. Emmalaine shot to her feet. "That's impossible! I don't know anything about dark magic!" But Jeffrey wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin burn. "If the drink was designed to suppress mate bonds..." Dr. Reeves nodded nervously. "The magic would need a specific target to be effective. Based on the magical signature, I believe Miss Charlotte is your true mate, Alpha."

Laura Leslie slowly lowered her hand from my mouth. Nobody spoke. The ballroom remained eerily silent as hundreds of eyes shifted between the three of us. My heart pounded so violently I was certain everyone could hear it. The word still echoed inside my head. Mate. My mate. The Moon Goddess had given me a mate. A powerful Alpha. A handsome Alpha. I was so focused on him that I barely noticed Leslie’s hand still resting against my face. My wolf was practically dancing. ‘He is ours!”’she squealed. ‘Did you see him? Did you smell him? He’s perfect!’

Jake whispered against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. Alona looked into his eyes and nodded. “I want you too.” Their clothes slowly fell to the floor, forgotten in the haze of longing and warmth. That night, under the moonlight streaming through the window, Jake mated with Alona, claiming her as his. Their hearts beat in unison, and when the moment came, Jake gently sank his fangs into her neck, marking her with love and devotion. Alona didn’t resist—she welcomed it, a soft cry leaving her lips as the mark bound their souls together.

I breathed in deep, taking in her scent, before uttering that one word, “Mine!” I stepped back releasing her from the hug, keeping hold of both of her hands and said, “I, Franklin Knight Conway, accept you, Nicole Pamela Gaffney as my mate and future Luna of the Cold Moon Pack.” Tears were streaming down her face as she smiled and said those magical words, “I, Nicole Pamela Gaffney, accept you, Franklin Knight Conway as my mate and future Alpha of the Cold Moon Pack.”

I didn't get a word out, before she, too, turned and left, slamming the door behind her. I could try to deny it, but Juliet was right. I didn't deserve Cameron. And my wolf kept screaming the same. I clenched my fist and marched back to my room, where I slumped on the bed, muttering profanity under my breath. No one seemed to understand my standpoint. Not even my damn wolf. I have no issues accepting Cameron as my mate. After all, I am gay, closeted, but nonetheless gay. It is what he represents that worries me. An Omega has nothing to bring to the table but damn problems. How can he be a Luna for my people, if they can't even stand his presence? Not to mention the fact that mating him would

“We have had this discussion, Sloane. Just because you don’t find yourself worthy of a mate, doesn’t mean you won’t have one. And I don’t know the answer to how two Alphas come together to form a mate bond when you are Alphas of separate packs, but you’re both smart. You’re co-fucking-Valedictorians for goddess’s sake! If any two people can figure it out, you two will. You’re going to his Alpha ceremony tomorrow night, right?” “Yes. He wants me to stand on the stage with him,” I say. She smacks my thigh, gripping it so hard I’m worried I’ll be bruised. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. Sloane! The man isn’t just claiming you. He’s letting the entire fucking world know that you’re his.” “Scarlet, I told

she says and leaves my room. I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness… “I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

Mortal enemies turned to fated mates, best friends turned to fated mates, unkown alphas with omegas some with other alphas or betas. But a Rogue as a Luna and mate for a prestigeous Alpha was something that shocked them all. "GOD YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC!" Ace says as she rolls her eyes watching me get ready for the mating ceremony, i guess my inner monologue was too much for her to bare. "You should see how our mate is...they are going to be more dramatic with your attitude." I say playfully to Grey and Ace as they chuckle, "I swear I saw our mate shine through,

"Go get stuffed, you horny old bastard! I have a fated mate. I can feel him! Unless we reject each other, you will never be able to bond with us, no matter what you do!" Onyx carefully analyzed her chest and snickered bitterly as he saw the mate mark of a crescent moon glowing on her fair skin, "This is rather an unheard of development and here I was hoping you to be fair game for at least a year...how disappointing." He then released her and his eyes transformed back to his gray eyes.

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.