Bride Mate Novels & Stories

I said, trying to hide the fact that my hands were shaking under the sheets. “You’re not Lyra and you don’t belong to him anymore " he said, leaning down a bit as his dark eyes locked onto mine with a strange intensity that made my skin feel funny. “The blast occurred because Kael’s repulsion activated something else, the mating bond lock-shattered, and you are mated to all three of us.” I gaped at him in disbelief, my mouth hanging open as I attempted to comprehend the ridiculousness of what he was saying.

This can’t be about sharing a mate, can it? I’ll admit that sharing a fated mate isn’t the most natural thing in the world. My brothers and I knew that we would be sharing a mate because we are identical. That’s the way it works in our world. If you are born identical, you share a mate. The mate bond is the joining of two halves to create one soul. Identical siblings have pieces of the same soul. Those pieces, together, will make that half that will look for its matching half.

Please give me something to drink, " I said to Michael. Fin's head snapped to the right. A group of young women was walking with herbs and veggies in their baskets. One stopped. I watched Fin walking towards them. MATE, he shouted. The woman stared at him. Mate, she said softly. In our world, finding a fated mate is everything—the kind of destiny most spend their lives hoping for, and just as many never find. The mate bond is more than love; it is recognition, a pull in the soul, the sense that you are finally home. It is said you feel it the instant your eyes meet, a force that cannot be denied or broken. Once claimed, a mate shares your strength, your pain, your triumphs, and failures. Som

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

My crush. I don't know how to act towards him, "I... I..." "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at me and pulled himself closer to me. He sniffled my scent and snorted, "A fucking omega is my fucking mate? You've got to be kidding me." He stomped away from me before I could think about what he said. Did he just call me mate? I was jubilant. I am Kai Bridge's mate! Yes! Kai Bridge. The young alpha of the pack and the sole heir to the throne is my mate.

He turned away from me dismissively and took Sarah's perfectly manicured hand in his much larger one. "Sarah," he said in a voice warm with affection that he'd never used with me, "I'd be deeply honored if you'd accept my proposal to be my chosen mate and future Luna." Sarah's smile was absolutely radiant and triumphant. "Yes! Of course, yes! I'd love nothing more!" The entire pack erupted in thunderous cheers and enthusiastic congratulations. They looked like the perfect couple standing there together and destined for greatness. Everything a pack could want in their leaders. While everyone celebrated this wonderful news, I stood there completely invisible and utterly forgotten. Kira whimper

This was my chance, I pressed for it. "Then mark me as your bride, Alpha Damien. Make me your Luna. You don't need the contest anyway." "The contest is necessary, Freya. For years I've searched for my mate, and couldn't find you. Holding the Bride Selection and then there you are, my mate. I was shocked to see you there. Oblivious that I'm your mate. You looked so beautiful and your eyes filled with such sadness I wanted to quench it. I can't believe that you are my mate."

"I just wish I had found my mate sooner." My heart skipped, and I gulped. "W-why?" I stuttered, and she opened her eyes to look at me. "Don't you know?" I creased my brow as I looked back at her. "Know what?" She frowned, still gazing at me, and sat erect before opening her lips to speak. "Okay. There's something called mate bond. When you first meet your partner, you are immediately pulled to him. It's magnificent because you feel completely absorbed in his presence, and when you make contact, there are sparks, like fireworks. The sensation awakens inside you something you've never experienced before. It's like love at first sight, but as you get closer, you become inseparable because of th

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.