Are Nesta And Cassian Mates Novels & Stories

CASSIAN The word hung between us like a confession. Mate. She'd said it so quietly I almost thought I'd imagined it, but the way her eyes searched mine told me I hadn't. "Mates," I repeated, and I hated how unsteady my voice sounded. "You and I. We're mates…" My mind was racing, trying to reconcile what she was saying with everything I knew about my nature. Incubi didn't have mates. We were creatures of desire and hunger, not destined bonds and cosmic connections. The very idea was absurd.

The classmate teased him, "Did you used to buy these for other girls, too?" The guy immediately sensed a trap and raised his hands in a mock surrender. "Babe, don't even play. These are private. Nobody gets me to run errands like this except my own mate." The girl beamed at him. Trista quietly looked away. That was what a normal mateship looked like—not just allies in a hunt, but a safe harbor in the mundane details of life. A few aisles over, Cassian's knuckles turned white, nearly snapping the handle of the umbrella.

She was the Mate of an Alpha—and not just any Alpha, but one at the center of a war that threatened to burn down everything. But Eden was no longer afraid of fire. She had learned how to walk through it and survive. The convoy that trailed behind them was small—just three armored SUVs, a scout bike, and a medical van. The remnants of Cassian’s inner circle, those still loyal, those still breathing. The others? Gone. Killed in the chaos of the Vire attack or turned by the bloodlust of betrayal. Cassian stood beside her, arms folded, silent. For hours they had driven in silence, no longer trusting coded channels. Only their thoughts, and the sound of tires over gravel, connected them now.

He scanned the estate once. Assessing. Not impressed. Not intimidated. Interested. Lucian descended the steps, posture relaxed but coiled beneath the surface. They stopped an arm’s length apart. No handshake. Not yet. Even from the garden, I could feel the history there. “Cassian,” Lucian said evenly. So this was him. Cassian Deveraux. Matteo’s brother. The name alone carried weight in certain circles – whispered across parts and borders, tied to Marseille routes and arms corridors threading through southern Europe.

Cassandra said, rolling her eyes. "Still no sign of their mates?" I asked, hoping for some good news. "No, Mother, they're still single. And a big flirt. You should see them. Urggh,” Cassandra said, shaking her head in disgust. "They'll find them soon, Cassie. Don't worry." I said, trying to sound optimistic even though I was just as worried.

"Bree and Matt are already in the living room." She grabbed a purse, and Cassian grabbed his phone and wallet. Inside the wallet, there were two things he would need. He held Emeraude's hand and they went to the living room. Matthew tried to apologize, but Cassian told him to forget it, hearing an impossible mumble, pretending not to hear it. He grabbed the Audi keys and went to the garage. He checked the address on his phone and soon they were in front of the club, which had a huge line. He got out of the car and held Emeraude's hand.

“I’m thinking someone wants to send a message. But it's very clear they forgot who they’re dealing with.” This wasn’t a game.And I didn’t care if the Castellanis wanted war. If they kept testing me, I’d give them one. I left the warehouse without another word. ***** Cassie’s car pulled in behind ours. Her driver stepped out first and opened the door for her. She climbed out with another girl by her side , tall and composed. She didn’t look nervous or surprised by the house, she was just observant. I stepped out with Matteo, meeting them halfway up the driveway.

"Let her work that out on her own." I could sense the tension in the air, like an electric current flowing across the space between each of us. Kael moved between them, his eyes flashing dangerously, his body tight. His voice pierced the tension as he said, "Enough, Luca." "This is not something we have time for." After appearing to pause, Luca gave a curt nod and took a step back. However, the boiling rage in his eyes was not missed. My voice was hardly more than a whisper as I turned to face Evan. "What's happening? Why does everyone appear to be so tense?

“It’s you I’m worried about. You don’t look too good—” “I’m fine,” she cut in quickly. Too quickly. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong. I took a deep breath. “Mom, if you—” “Sirella, I said I’m fine. Now let’s talk about you. Who’s that man outside? Is he your mate? Did the Moon pair you with that brute?” “No, Mom, he’s not my mate,” I sighed. At least, I didn’t know yet if he was a mate or a mark.

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.