Bought By My Mate Novels & Stories

“I thought I was gonna lose you and that scared me shitless.” She smiled. "So you cried?" Yeah, story of my life. “When you get well, you're coming home with me,” I said, watching her keenly to see her reaction. I hope it won't be a blatant disapproval. My poor heart won't be able to take it. “Home?” “My Pack. My house…” I paused. “...my mate.” She stared blankly at me and her smile faded. “I don't understand…” “I wanna officially make you my mate…”

"N-No… that wasn't real—" "It doesn't matter if it was or wasn't," I said, cutting him off. "The day you asked me to step aside, to give up my place as your mate, that was the end of us." This time, I didn't drown in the grief of being left behind. I didn't spiral into self-doubt, wondering what I'd done wrong. The past six months taught me how to stand on my own and believe in myself. I'd never again measure my worth by how much I mattered to someone else.

Even if I went to the southern territories, I would not have anywhere to stay. However, I did not ask any questions and silently accepted the train ticket. As Adrian saw me take the ticket, his expression softened. "Don't worry. Even though you won't be living with me, you're different from Sophia. She's just like my sister, but you're my only mate. I'll treat you well from now on." My expression softened slightly, and my heart felt bittersweet. In my previous life, I had never heard him speak such gentle words to me.

I stood in the doorway and watched them. Three days. I walked to the window and looked out at the pack grounds — the training field, the old chapel, the tree line at the edge of the territory that I had climbed a hundred times as a child. Everything familiar. Everything mine. The mate bond was still there. It hadn't faded the way I had been desperately hoping it would. It sat in the center of my chest, patient and permanent, tied to a man who had looked me in the eye and told me to go build a life with someone else.

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

After that, I get inside the cover with one of her dresses in my hand. The next day, we get ready have breakfast, and gather outside of the pack-house to find my mate gain. This time Alpha Xavier with some of his un-mated warriors also joined us, because some of my un-mated warriors had found their mates here and decided to stay here to mate with them.

"You're better at wooing me, then." "It's my specialty. And the one getting this treatment is my only mate. Carla Abrams." He said and continued when I was about to say something in one sentence. See? He knew how to appease me, and boom... Worry, annoyance, disappointment, or anything disappeared when they just appeared. And the mate bond made it work in an instant. "It's not fair," I stated, pouting. But Zurin grabbed my hand and began playing with it. "What is not fair?"

I picked one dress and a pair of shoes, and he looked confused. He shook his head and picked all the dresses that he suspectedly I liked. I was uncomfortable with the price, but he simply walked out of the boutique with the clothes and they allowed him. "My mom owns the boutique." "Oh..." Now I understood. We loaded everything into the car and he took sone time to get our strength back. "Today was a lot but I had the most fun in my life." I confessed. The moon was already up by this time, and the evening breeze cool us down.

I answered, swallowing back the bitterness in my throat. Had Ronald addressed Caroline as his mate to her? Thinking about this only made me feel worse than I already felt. A smile bloomed further on my mother's face, slowly pulling away to stare at me properly. “Really? At where? Maybe some time, I'd come to give you a visit.” “The name of the club is Z club and they pay really well,” I answered just as my mother stiffened and the smile she had on vanished into thin air. “Z club?” she asked again.

This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.