Novel & Cerita Barbarians Mate

She jumped into his arms, her grey hair, a strong contradiction to her energy and naivety. “I heard him…. I heard him…. the goddess is merciful.” Bari too nodded excitedly before his eyes widened misunderstanding the purpose of Matthew and Harry’s arrival “Don’t tell me that he is held up here….” “Che!” Matthew’s lips twisted in disdain as he sneered “If someone was game enough to hold him, do you think he would have stayed under for this long?” “That’s right…. He would have sent word… he knows I am here… that’s right….” Bari repeated as though he was affirming himself.

Without a single thought for protocol, Martin had smashed through the iron re-enforcements, tears streaming down his war-paint as he howled, "Save my mate! Take my life-force instead, but do not let her slip into the underworld!" But in reality, the mid-wives had simply needed a strong mate's presence to anchor Barbara’s inner beast through the final surge of delivery.

My mate Is it my brother?

Aria's POV... At first, I wasn't paying Barrin much attention since he had only returned to throw his sleazy offer at me again. I wasn't interested in listening to anything he had to say. However, his weird assertion and mumbling had me bothered. When he first whispered the word mate, I almost thought he was referring to the book in my hand. Mate? That sounded absurd, my mate was Kyle, and that is the only way it should be. No one gets two mates, but then it turned out that with two wolf scents, there is the possibility. At the same time, it doesn't sound right.

he growled. "Why don't you help?" Barbie retorted, totally ignoring his annoyed sigh. Blaise rolled his eyes. "Whatever." His back glowed and two sheathed swords appeared. Blaise stared at the beast and grabbed both hilt and unsheathed it, slashing diagonally across the opposite sides. In just a minute after Blaise decided to join in the fight, the beast crumpled down. Barbie was huffing. That beast was three times larger than her. Two times larger than Blaise. How in the name of Demetrius did he manage to defeat it in just a slash?

And my mate had been taken. finis

Chapter 95 Embracing Merfolk Culture Nerissa's initial reaction was one of surprise and uncertainty. Growing up in a culture where having two mates was customary and sharing mates between bondmates was the norm, she had always expected to have two partners. However, Joe had made it clear that they would not be following that tradition. He had chosen her to be his mate, while Madissa was to be Bryan's, and both Nerissa and Madissa had accepted this arrangement.

I kissed his cheek and turned to introduce him to some of the pack members, “You’ve met Alpha Killian, Luna Morgan and Cindy already. Behind Cindy is her mate, Beta Jerome. Then there’s Arya, she’s our Gamma, Felix, Darius, Samantha, Zane and Rowan. All warriors for the pack. Everyone, this is my mate, Mat. He’s Moonlight’s Beta.” Mat flashed everyone a smile and a wave, “It’s nice to meet you all.” Pleasantries were exchanged briefly before Alpha Killian spoke up, “Let’s get this barbeque started shall we?” He grinned as he and Luna Morgan headed for the small stage in the middle of the field.

With a soft click, Prius closed the door behind him, leaving Darius alone with the weight of the recent discoveries and the unspoken burdens that came with it. Darius's gaze fixed on the landscape beyond the window, a silent battleground for the turmoil within him. The bear within him revolted, a primal force demanding he go and find his mate. Yet, doubt clouded the human thoughts – could he risk his pack's lives for someone whose status as his mate remained uncertain? Images flashed in his mind – a cascade of blonde curls and bright green eyes. His bear growled insistently, a proclamation that left no room for doubt. "Mate," it echoed, a statement that resonated with a certainty that surpr

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.