Bride Mate Novels & Stories

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. A few minutes later I felt the mattress shift. Damian’s hand found my hip in the dark, large and warm, and settled there with unmistakable possession. Not demanding. Simply present. My pulse jumped. I didn’t pull away. Outside the suite, the estate continued its quiet night routines. Somewhere beyond the secured doors, Caleb Kane was already working through access logs and staff files. Somewhere further out, the people who had sent the message were waiting for the next opening. Inside the bedroom, Damian’s thumb moved once against the soft fabric of my sleep shorts, a small, almost unconscious stroke.

“Can you tell me what all of this is? Because I am seriously losing my mind, and my fiancé thinks I’m crazy—which I am not.” “Take a deep breath,” he said. “Calm down. I need you to breathe, okay? Please, just breathe.” He tapped the side of the bed, and I slowly sat down. “Okay.” “So,” Darius said, “I have read about it, I have heard about it, but it is not that common. Where mates usually share this deeper connection—more than the mate bond—more than anything. Even if the mate bond is dissolved, there is this invisible thread linking the both of them together. I think that is what you and Silas have.”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

, the bride shouted, fidgeting, her voice cracking, hardly heard, like someone caught stealing meat from the pot, " I am his mate, we felt the mating pull for each other" " Shut up! I was not talking to you", she said to the bride, with a voice and aura so powerful and intimidating that not only the bride felt afraid - everyone there did, and it was a clear sign that she was born to be an alpha. " I am your mate!" she said, everyone's attention moving back to her as indistinct chatter erupted the whole place. He was angry with her for the fact that she was still alive, for the fact that she disrupted his ceremony, but most importantly, for the fact that he still felt the urge to hold her in

Max sneered. "Mate? The Emperor is a Lykan. He doesn't have the blessing of finding a true mate." Damon scoffed. At his words, Bridgette's face turned dark. "Finding a true mate is a blessing. Then what about a chosen mate? Is something wrong with having a chosen mate?" She crossed her arms and glared at her mate, daring him to talk trash about the bond of chosen mates with her eyes. Damon smiled helplessly and raised his hands in surrender. "Nothing wrong. Chosen mates are just as good as true mates."

He asked and I gave him a firm nod. “Never being better.” I lied and watched him nod too. “He lied to me. No, scratch that. He bought me as a substitute bride, made me feel whole, made it feel real, only for his bride to show up on our mating ceremony which happened to be his inauguration.” I paused to drag in a shaky breathe as immense anger surged through me. “That asshole! That brat! He…he never told me she existed. He never said a word when I confessed that I loved him.” I added, my anger melting into sadness and soon tears welled in the back of my eyes. You never asked.

And he’s wearing the silver wolf cuff-links I gave him for his birthday. He’s perfect. I feel a rush of pure love for the man beside me. “And you are stunning my love. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He holds me as we take a final look at the decorations. “Tonight is already perfect.” *** “And do you, Elliot Prescott, take this woman to be your mate? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do!” “I now pronounce you mates for life! You may now kiss the bride!”