Are Nesta And Cassian Mates

"Stay away from me!" He growled ferociously, so ferocious that it almost made my heart stop. Although I hesitated at first, I moved closer to him and lightly touched his arm. "I can't and won't leave you. Ever." My words made something in him snap, he pushed me against the wall and his silver eyes were looking straight at me. "Then why don't I show you why you should.” Nesta, a reckless and young she-wolf, got herself in a situation where she had to use her powers to save the world of werewolves. She was doing alright by herself but her world changed when she met him. The beast.

Isang gabi ng kasalanan. Isang lihim na pagbubuntis. At isang lalaking hindi niya kailanman inaakalang kailangang harapin muli. Wala sa plano ni Evelyn Ramirez ang mahulog sa tukso habang nasa isang Mediterranean resort. Isang gabi lang ‘yon—isang gabing puno ng init, paglimos ng kalayaan, at pagkalimot sa mundo. Walang pormal na pagkakakilala. Walang pangako. Isang lihim na dapat kalimutan. Pero pagbalik niya sa Maynila, isang dalawang linya sa pregnancy test ang gumising sa bangungot. At ang lalaking responsable? Si Cassian Alcott—isang half-British, half-Filipino heir ng isang makapangyarihang pamilya at, sa hindi niya alam na kapalaran, ang may-ari ng studio kung saan siya nagtatrabaho. Evelyn wants to run. Pero sa piling ni Cassian, walang ligtas na taguan. Hindi siya ang tipong pinapaalis ng isang lalaki tulad nito—lalong hindi kapag may nakataya na. “Marry me,” bulong ni Cassian. “Not because I have to… but because I won’t let you go through this alone.” Sa mundo ng yaman, intriga, at mapanirang bulung-bulungan, paano pipiliin ni Evelyn ang sarili… kung ang puso niya ay unti-unting nahuhulog sa lalaking dapat sana’y isang gabi lang sa kan’yang buhay?

“ Here’s the contract , Be my mate for the period of six months and live a normal life like the rest of the wolf “ Ethan said. They say all wolves have fated mates, but not in every case. Some are cursed to be mateless. Bianca previous fated mates all died mysteriously, then the rest of her mates rejected her for fear of sharing the same fate. Everyone hated her and stayed very far away from her. It hurts at first, especially when it comes from the people she loves, but gradually she got used to it. When everyone, including herself, believes she's gonna end up mateless for the rest of her life, she's offered a contract. Be the mate to the Lycan king for 6 months and make his obsessed mate stay away from him.

Born with a curse, Jessica Mitland must make her decision; either go with a chosen mate or stay with her fated mate. She finds herself mated to brothers and it gets tough because one of her mates detests her. Amidst all the struggle she faces, it is the struggle to keep up with loving the both of them and this could either cause peace or chaos. Will Jessica find a way to balance her love between her mates, find out in this amazing and thrilling stories

My 18th birthday was supposed to be the day I found my fated mate, but I never expected it to be him - Alpha Cassian Blackwood, my own stepfather. I'm torn between the forbidden passion that burns within me and the pack laws that forbid our love. As I struggle with the consequences of our forbidden bond, I'm forced to confront the ultimate question. Will I risk everything for a love that could destroy me, or will I break my own heart to obey the rules? Or will i find way to make it work?

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

Viola didn't grow up like the rest of the pack, her wolf was taken at a young age. Newly accustomed to her werewolf nature she must find out everything about those against her as the heiress of Shadow Pack with not just one but 2 mates, a phenomenon rare in their world as everyone is destined to have only one fated mate. Will her hybrid blood keep her strong as she goes against her enemies? Will her mates stay by her side?

On the night of Halloween, my best friend, Mina Corvelle, rushes to save the black cat before me, triumph dancing in her eyes. That is when I, Elora Aldridge, realize that she has been reincarnated, too. In my past life, she scorned the stray for being filthy, so she kept her distance. So, it was I who took pity on the cat and rescued it. When I walked past an old blind woman manning a roadside stall, she told me that the cat was a rare dark fortune cat. Once it recognized a master, it would draw dark riches from all directions and bring unimaginable wealth. I dismissed it as superstition. Yet, the very next day, I was inexplicably promoted to director of the department. Soon after, my family's dilapidated old house found itself part of a redevelopment scheme, and we were given compensation of eight apartments and 30 million dollars in cash. Even the enigmatic golden boy of Lakeshire, Cassian Mercer, started to pursue me relentlessly, declaring that he would only marry me and no one else. But not long after I married Cassian, Mina trapped me—and the black cat—inside the apartment. She then set it on fire, burning us alive. Outside the inferno, she screamed, "Why should you get everything without even lifting a finger? All those riches should've been mine!" When I open my eyes again, I find myself back at the very intersection.

"Martin, you're getting married within two weeks. What are you going to do about the woman outside?" Stacy Lynd paused at those words, even as a man answered indifferently, "Just keep your mouth shut. She won't know if none of you breathe a word." Behind the door, Stacy's tears blurred her vision. Never did she expect that the man she loved for years was going to treat her like a side chick. At that point, she truly understood, and went on to burn her accounts. It was not until afterward that Stacy realized she wasn't the one who couldn't get over that doomed relationship.