Novel & Cerita Are Nesta And Cassian Mates

Leonardo. "Oh... so his name is Leonardo." "Yeah," the blond one said with an amused smile. I realized I'd spoken out loud. "And I'm Ethan." He gestured to himself, then to the one in the navy suit with dark hair. "And that's Sebastian." Why were these Alphas even introducing themselves to me? Couldn't they feel it—the mate bond? Or were they pretending not to? Because I could feel it. In my bones. In every pulse of my heart.

Like her heart needed another crack in it. Kieran turned, didn’t even bother to look back, and headed for the stage. Ariella Moon—the blonde from Red Dawn Pack, the one who looked like she belonged on a perfume ad—wrapped herself around his arm like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. He held her hand up, all proud. “This is my mate,” he announced. The crowd went nuts. Eva’s world? Yeah, it pretty much exploded right then. All she remembered was Hann yelling her name, and then her legs disappeared. Gravity, meet Eva.

In this sea of unmated males, we are bound to find our perfect match. Cassius’s eyes meet my own from across the room, penetrating deep into my soul. ‘MINE,’ he says through the mind link. ‘MY MATE.’ ‘Not yet,’ I replied and wink at him. It’s mean, but I can’t bring myself to give into his charm right now. I need to stay focused on the task at hand. ‘You’ve got to admit, our mate looks mighty handsome in that get up he has on tonight,’ Xariah says, wagging her tail and letting her tongue hang out.

Rythan said smoothly, stepping forward, "this is Cassandra. Our university friend. Today's her birthday." "Happy birthday," I said, smiling back with equal pleasantness. "Thank you darling," she said, in a tone that made ‘darling’ sound like something slightly less complimentary. Rythan turned to her. "Cassy…Celine is the Blackthorne triplets' mate." Everything in Cassandra went very still. Like she didn't click for a whole three seconds. Then she turned back to me with that smile perfectly reconstructed. "Oh. You're their mate." Her eyes moved over me, slowly, deliberately, from the red dress to the crystal heels and back up. "How...interesting."

I could picture Ethan right now—the stubborn lift of his chin, the way his easygoing mask dropped to reveal the alpha underneath. “Because she’s going to be my mate soon.” The office went arctic. Literally. The air pressure in the room plummeted like the second before a violent thunderstorm. Two alpha wolves in the same space. The same bloodline. Pulling against the exact same point. My fingernails were digging into Tristan’s ankle now. I hadn’t meant to. My hand had just clamped down in pure panic. Tristan spoke first. “Is that so,” he sneered, each word laced with venom. “Then take your future mate’s phone and go find her. I have work to do.” He ruthlessly dismissed his brother, turning hi

“He didn’t fight guards for an inconvenience.” “No,” Damien agreed. “He didn’t.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, suddenly very aware of how thin his shirt was and how exposed I felt in every sense that mattered. None of this fit into anything I understood about the world. Mates were supposed to be a gift, a certainty, the one thing in this life that couldn’t betray you. I’d believed that once, with Lucian, and look how that had gone. Now I was supposed to believe it again with a stranger who’d looked at me like I was something unpleasant stuck to his shoe.

Nero asks slightly annoyed, rolling his eyes. “I never had the chance to thank you for winning that tournament. She is amazing, kind and so beautiful. You know I think we are starting to bond a bit maybe she is my Mate after all.” Ezra sounds so happy that all Nero can do is turn around bite his lip as his blood starts to boil. He forms a fist ready to punch as he listens to his friend talk about his mate. “Anyway, enough about me, where did you go? And why did you go so out of a sudden?” Ezra tries to return the favour and listen to his friend in the same way he always listens to him but it almost falls on deaf ears.

Without a thought, he settles the comforter over our naked bodies and gives Thompson a withering scowl. Undeterred, Thompson gives us both an accusing glare. “What the hell, Cassia! What’s going on?” I’m too stunned to talk. To make matters worse, my mother shows up a second later, takes a look at Mathias and me, and quirks a questioning brow. “Well, it looks like you two have made up. It’s fine Thompson, this is Mathias, Cassia’s mate.”

Memories of their taunts echoed in my mind, shoving me into lockers, laughing as I cried. These couldn't be my mates atleast not these men, of all people, maybe moon goddess was playing a prank because...no. "Wait... Is she our stepsister? Miranda?" one of them, whom I recognized as Orion, asked with a hint of shock in his voice. "Not only that, she is also our mate," Oliver responded, scoffing. "I could actually feel the bond, Moon goddess can be quite tricky in making an omega of all species as our mate" Owen exclaimed as Orion nodded in agreement.

The room reeked of old smoke and fresh betrayal—a bitter haze that couldn’t quite mask the cold pressing in from the penthouse windows. Nyxara Vale sat in the blue glow of her monitors, her world in ruins because of two people she’d once trusted completely. Cassian Ward—her mate, the man who’d sworn she was his forever. Brielle Shaw—her best friend, the one who always knew how to make her laugh. They thought she was gone for good, just a ghost in their memories.