Barbarians Mate Novels & Stories

So in answer to my mom’s question, I told her all she needed to know. “Madre, she’s my mate and you cannot blame me, but the moon goddess. I realised the very first day I returned and you won’t hold any grudges against Mia because she’d been against this but I can’t let her go. You know this, Mi Amore,” I said in a calm voice, staring my mom in the eyes.

“He rejected me. He made his choice.” “And yet his blood runs in you.” Oya’s gaze bore into mine. “The mate bond does not sever with words. It gnaws. It binds. He may have cast you aside, but the Moon has tied you still.” The water shimmered again. This time, Dax’s face flashed in the vision—strained, hollow, his hand clutching his chest as if pierced by an unseen blade. Then it was gone. My stomach twisted. “What did I just see?”

Badar asked. “Maria, I’m Mahnoor’s friend. We were both captured by the same person, and we escaped together” Suddenly Badar got angry remembering that Mahnoor was kidnapped. But before he could ask Maria who had captured them Badar noticed that afew of his pack’s warriors who were unmated were coming towards Mahnoor, their eyes were black with lust. “LEAVE” Badar said in a loud and angry voice to them and a wave like thing formed in the ground which came towards them and knocked them of. It was like the ground was water and it was forming waves.

Then Darius continued. “When you entered this bar, the bond activated.” My stomach twisted. No. That impossible pull. The heat in my chest. The way Silas’s touch felt different. No. “No,” I whispered. Silas’s eyes locked on mine. Pain filled them. Not denial. Pain. That hurt worse. Kael looked away entirely. Darius watched me carefully. “A true mate bond must be publicly acknowledged before the regional council or it can be legally challenged.” I swallowed hard.

"So we need to talk to him." “Don’t think there is much you can say. A male's drive to be with his mate is strong. Very strong! And that also makes you both so special. I don't know if he told you this, but we haven't had destined mates here for a very, very long time. This is a sign! This a sign for us all that it is still possible! That the moon goddess still remembers us. But the claim from the barbarian is unfortunate! I don't doubt there are valid reasons for their statements, and they rarely do anything without being sure. So I’m both worried and confused about this, I must admit, little human."

Serene retorted. “You never loved me, you stupid bitch! I was just a pawn in your game.” “A game you had much to gain from, didn’t you? But being a waste of space, you couldn’t even achieve that one thing.” “You sound so confident that he wouldn’t kill you.” Darius smirked. “Come on, this is Matteo we’re talking about. I have him in my palm forever, severed mate bond or not. I’m the baddest woman he has ever had in his life, and he will welcome me with open arms.”

I pressed my fingers to my lips and felt it trembling. How on earth did he do that? He must have sensed what was in my head because even without me asking anything, he already provided the answer to my question. “We are mates,” Alaric stressed each word as if he wanted to make an imprint of them in my mind. I shook my head even before the denial got off my lips. “Boris is my mate. I can not have two mates. That is preposterous!” The idea was unappetizing as it sounded.

I continued to spit my venom towards her ensuring to not break eye contact for a moment, while Curtin growls a deep growl seeming to want to get up from his chair. “If you even begin to raise your voice to my mate or believe you can tower above her, I will rip your voice box out and break both of your fucking legs. Sit down!” Baron growled with his own venom towards Curtin before he could utter a single word, who seemed to snap out of his trance and took his seat beside my mother silently once again.

This is happening. “I stand before Basgiath soil, before these witnesses, to bond our king in matrimony with his chosen… mate.” She hesitates, as if even she questions the absurdity of it all. My heart pounds in my chest. A mate? How can I, a human, be his mate? Her voice grows louder, invoking elements as though calling upon the heavens themselves. “We stand before the moon, the wind, the earth, the fire… all that makes us the nation of barbarians.” Ozaiah states.

His expression was unexpectedly sweet. “Yes… but you once said you didn’t want me to be your mate.” I exhaled. Rayvan brushed his fingers along my cheek, trailing down to my lips. Was this real? Was this really happening—Rayvan, this close to me? “But I can’t fight it, Alera. You don’t know. I was hurting too… after rejecting you. I can’t lie to myself, and I can’t resist this mate bond that naturally formed between us,” he whispered. “The more I tried to deny it, the more it tore me apart.”