Are Nesta And Cassian Mates Novels & Stories

“I have to help her out with something personal, go to your spot before Jafeth notices you’re gone, okay?” “Alright, I’ll see you soon,” Gisele murmurs, leaning in. Their lips meet, and I turn away, giving them their privacy. A moan tears from one of their throats, and my heart aches for when I’ll get to experience the love of my mate. Or atleast…another mate. Because Cassian is taken. “Let’s go, Eira.” Quentin grins, eyes twinkling. Goddess, he looks so happy, he’s glowing.

Naomi’s Pov; The convoy cut through the fog like ghosts. Three armored trucks, two escort bikes, and one black sedan, Cassian’s. We moved before sunrise, the city still half-asleep, its streets slick with last night’s rain. I sat in the back seat beside Mara, the cold pressing against the windows. Cassian drove. Of course he did. He trusted no one else with the wheel, not when I was inside. He hadn’t said much since the morning briefing. Every command came short and measured. Every look calculated. But I could feel the tension under his composure the kind that stretched tight enough to snap.

My Mate **

Cassian unlocked some vials from his pocket and dropped some of them into the glass. He caught me staring and winked, “It tricks my brain into thinking it's blood. Makes it much more delectable to try out.” He explained. I keep forgetting he's an undead. “Is that all you got from that? We all know Mia didn't kill him.” Jace said. He looked like he was annoyed with Cassian. I see. Neither of them was a fan of compelling. “You will not blame me for thinking that,” Cassian replied after taking a sip. “She's the mate of three of the most notorious and powerful Alphas in this territory. What did you think?”

Cassian: ~~~ Seeing my mate alive and standing before me is a hurricane of emotions. I always believed the Moon Goddess wouldn’t be so cruel as to take her away forever because of my mistake. I refused to believe she would make my mate pay for my sins with her life and the life of our pup. And now, for the first time in five years, I feel whole. I feel alive. Especially when our eyes meet, I see the storm in those hazel eyes.

He said referring to the council. Riven turned slowly. “Cass…” “I don’t care how long it takes,” Cassian continued, voice shaking now. “I don’t care who I have to tear through or what I have to dismantle. My mate, He’s alive. I know he is.” “You don’t know that,” Riven said carefully. Cassian’s eyes snapped to his. “Don’t.” The warning was sharp. Dangerous. Riven nodded once. “All right.” He understood what his best friend was going through. And he was going to make the council pay.

To Ciaran's right sat Ozias, his Beta, and one of Alvara's other mates. No signs of Dargan and Maverick, Ciaran's Omega and Delta, respectively. And Alvara's other two mates. No doubt those two were off doing some or other errand for their Alpha. Ran amuck in the underworld with their dealings. Teagan also sat at the table, Bellamy her mate, and the Alpha of Desert Sun beside her. Along with her other two mates, Ulrich and Harland. Delta and Beta respectively of Desert Sun. It was only the men who scowled when Nessa came in behind me. Only the men who seemed to hold their breath as she sat down beside me, on the opposite end of the table as Ciaran.

“What is it?” Cassian paused, collecting his thoughts carefully, wary not to expose too much. “We need to discuss something.” “Something urgent?” Matteo asked calmly. Cassian hesitated, feeling the cold weight of the page in the drawer behind him. He wasn't ready to show his hand yet—not without understanding more clearly what Elise intended. “Elena Cruz,” Cassian said simply. Matteo’s silence lasted only a heartbeat, but it was long enough for Cassian to sense hesitation. “That’s an old name,” Matteo replied carefully. “Why bring it up now?”

“This is Hannah’s mate, you idiots! Cassian is my brother’s Beta!” Ryatt sits in a high back chair in one of the dozen or so formal sitting rooms in his castle. He slowly brings a glass of whiskey to his lips, his eyes fixed in a glare on Cassian. Cassian’s metal arm gleams in the firelight as he shivers by the hearth, his face almost unrecognizable. I glare at my mate as I lay another bandage over Cassian’s back, where blisters have formed, and his skin is red and raw. I made Ryatt spirit us back to the castle after absolutely chewing his head off.

The bond creates this sense of having known each other for your entire lives and love blossoms almost instantly. “Well, that is where we can help,” I say. A group of three mates is called a mate trio and it is based on Selene and her two mates.” I tell Devin and Xander everything Lucille had told us. It is their turn to look completely dumbfounded. “Well, shit!” Devin’s eyes as round as saucers. “That about sums it up,” Charlie says. “I really don’t like that we can’t tell Brandon about this,” I say, “especially with this war coming. We could use his thoughts on this one.”