Alpha's Fake Or Fated Mate Novels & Stories

The current Alpha and former Alphas were very out-dated with their views surrounding women and mates too. Fated mates are the mate you are meant to wait for, the mate that our own moon goddess has selected for you, the one that is perfect for you. Yet our Alpha prefers to keep all pack members within the pack and not allow members to leave, even when meeting fated mates, so in order to maintain this, fated mates are almost unheard of in our pack, and most are chosen mates or even arranged marriages set up by our very own Alpha or the parents within pack.

“Now that we have the rightful Alpha knocking at your door, you need to get Pitman out of your system.” She stepped closer, adjusting my gown as if I were a doll. “You knew but allowed me to continue because he was an Alpha? And now?” I asked bitterly. “Now you should stop romanticizing Pitman. He should have been the first to ask for your hand in marriage, but he is late now.” She rolled her eyes and I stared at her in horror. “You should be thanking the Moon Goddess. You got an Alpha for an Alpha. No loss,” she smiled. “Alpha Fauz is your fated mate. An Alpha strong and respected. This union will elevate us.”

The title read 'Tales Of The Mates" and the the book itself contained the real stories of the fated as well as chosen mates of the past Alphas. I had already read more than half of the book and I must admit that it was getting on my nerves now. Out of all the entries I have read so far, most of the happy endings were of the fated mates. Mostly, the male Alphas who had fallen in love with someone who was not their fated mate went ahead to make them their chosen mate with a promise to reject their fated once they found them. Unfortunately, such couples only led a peaceful and happy life until one of them found their fated mates.

I shake my head, “that’s irrelevant, you’re my fated mate and he knows this.” She hums, “hmm, well then perhaps someone needs to explain to you what that means, you see Alpha Christov, my parents are fated mates and I have been lucky enough to have seen what that bond is truly like and this,” she point between us, “is nothing like it, trust me on that.”

"I'm sorry. I can't do that. That's my son's mate." My heart jumped to my throat at the declaration before I felt it burst into flames when he said, "Nia isn't for sale." Nia. Fucking Nia?? I didn't want to be sold to the Nightblood Pack and was thankful that wasn't the case, but how dare he stand there and introduce Nia as his son's fated mate! "Not Barbie," Alpha Emerson said, and my back stiffened at the dark look in his eyes. It was full of heat. "I want her...the redhead."

Marione tted and my mate….is the alpha’s son?

she explained. “I still don’t understand,” I murmured, looking at Zander, who nodded, furrowing in confusion. “The Warlock King Zephyr had the Warlock God put a curse on Alpha Alexander and Arabella’s mate bond,” the moon goddess described, causing my eyes to widen with realization. We had all heard about the first fated mates in werewolf history—Alpha Alexander and Arabella. Their disappearance remained a mystery, but it had never clicked in my mind when Damon used to call me Arabella. It seemed an impossible guess.

“He wants to control my line even from exile and I refuse to accept that. So…” He turns from the window to face me with a shrug. “I need a distraction,” he continues. “I need someone who could never, under any circumstances, be accepted as a viable mate by the council. A severed wolf with zero shifting capacity is the Alpha’s absolute worst nightmare. And you, dear rookie, are the perfect weapon against his leverage.” Ah yes. Romantic partnerships, but make it insulting, why don’t you? Still, the words sting hard, a searing prick of reality that hits exactly where my old Silvercrest insecurities live. I’m the perfect weapon because I’m completely useless by their standards. I’m basically the

There wasn’t much written about her, only that she had been one of the first seers to ever grace this land, and that she’d shared a particularly close bond with the Alpha’s chosen mate. “Chosen mate?” I murmured, frowning. “That means… he didn’t have a true mate?” My breath caught as my eyes scanned the faded ink again, needing to be sure I’d read it right. The chosen mate… lost herself to madness. The reigning Alpha… burned himself alive where lady Myra also met her end. I let my fingers linger on the final line, feeling the parchment’s roughness under my touch. The weight of those words pressed into my chest, leaving a dull ache I couldn’t shake.

"What you heard last time, none of that will happen. We won’t let any harm come to you." For some reason, I trust him when he speaks. Am I a fool for doing so? "And Kian is not that bad. Well, he always puts the pack first. That’s why he didn’t accept your bond the first time," he explains. I’m familiar with that story. The powerful Alpha refuses to accept his true mate, who has nothing to offer, because plans had been in place for him since the day he was born. It was decided who he would marry and the benefits that would come from that marriage. I snort and eat my watermelon. I love it.