Books About Werewolves And Mates Novels & Stories

Shaking my head, I smiled, "I am human— at least the last time I checked, I was." "You are not, but I don't know what you are. Regardless, you gorgeous one. You are my mate." Those words I had read so many times in the books I had edited. Werewolves were not real. Mates were not real. It was not scientifically possible for werewolves to be existing. "Mates are..." I cut him off mid-sentence, my hand raised to gesture for him to be silent. "I know what mates are. I'm a writer, and I read a lot." I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'm familiar with the whole werewolf situation. However, what I do not understand is how much you have read to believe the things you are saying."

For both our sakes. I sat upright with an irritated huff, rubbing the back of my neck before reaching for his tablet again. Might as well go back to what I was doing before he stormed in and declared himself my permanent roommate. I tapped open the page I had saved, right where I’d left off—deep in the weird and winding rabbit hole of werewolf lore. Alphas. Betas. Packs. The Mate Bond. Lunas. It was like a fantasy novel come to life, only it wasn’t fiction—and somehow, I was at the centre of it.

The baby they had prayed for decades for. I sigh as my thoughts begin to make me angry. I should find a book to distract myself with. I get up and stretch. When I have fully cracked my back, I look around. When I locate a shelf full of werewolf history and basic information, I smile. I guess if I'm going to be mated to a werewolf, I need to learn more about them at least. I select a book title, The ins and outs of mating, and return to my chair. Let the learning begin. MITCH POV

Mate? I was gonna be his mate. Based on the books I read, mates are a werewolf's partners. I bit my lower lip, examining his features; he was like a fictional character in the books I have read and I was gonna be his leading lady like oh my God. I mean if I was gonna be a werewolf, then I would be glad to be his mate. His manly aura was looking so good. I sniffed. He also has a good scent. I guessed it wasn't a bad idea to be his mate if I really have no choice.

How could I stand here, practically melting under his warm touch, when he was everything I was supposed to hate? "I—" I started, but the words caught in my throat. He leaned in closer, his hand reaching for my waist. The intensity in his red eyes made my breath hitch. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. He was a vampire. I was a werewolf. We were natural enemies. And yet, the mate bond pulled me, urging me to close the distance between us, to give in to what my body so desperately wanted. "No," I breathed out, barely audible.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.

"It says that there was an alpha wolf by the name of Freydis who took multiple mates from her pack as her wolf was too powerful to be satisfied with only one. Their mating increased their magical powers and lengthened their lives ten-fold." I rubbed the back of my neck trying to process this new information and how it might relate to our mate. "But she was an alpha. And a wolf. Vivi is human." Liza peeked at me over the rims of her glasses. "Are you sure?" My eyes darted to her in surprise. "Of course, we're sure. I know what a human smells like." Even as I said the words, however, I remembered Vivi's intoxicating scent. It was human, yes. And the mate bond made her scent irresistible to us,

She nodded and gazed at the man who I still didn’t know the name of. “Yes, sweetheart. Your life as a human has finally come to an end. From now on, you’ll start anew as a werewolf, a new member of the Crimson Shadow pack. Since you’ve come of age, you will be attending the mating season, and from there you will meet your mate, your fated pair.” Aunt Alice’s words were encouraging but her last statement told my gut that I’d be in serious trouble… …mating season?

Lucas Lucas Gray could not concentrate on his history class. He had just found his mate. His wolf had sensed her immediately he entered the class and it had leaped for excitement. It was magical. He had been told what it felt like when a wolf finds its mate but experiencing it himself was a whole different matter. His parents were going to be so glad when they heard this, he thought to himself. But there was only one problem. He couldn't smell any wolf on her. Wasn't she a werewolf? Or was she a latent submissive? But he knew that wasn't the case. He would be able to smell her even if she was latent. Also, everything he said seemed to surprise her like she had never heard such terms being us

Why do I have to share my non-existent sexual life with him? "No," I reply and bite my lip. I think my cheeks are now cherry red because of embarrassment. "I see. Female werewolves experience heat waves when they meet there mates because they want to mate. Those are the demands of the body and you can't control them. They can come at anytime and sometimes they can be really strong. The good news is, the cure is very easy. You just have to mate with him," he tells me. Easy? He thinks that is easy? Well, my mate's is literally in a different world from mine! Why do these damn heat waves just come at such a wrong time?