Can't Let You Go Mate Novels & Stories

“Let go of me.” “Why should I do that?” he asks. In my ear, his husky voice sound like a heavenly tone. “Tell me why I should let you go after searching for you all my life.” “Who gives a damn about it? I don’t fucking care if you have been waiting your whole life,” I snap. “All I am asking is that you let me go.” Shit. Why did I come across this guy? I need to get out of here and who is he calling his mate? To hell with the mate thing.

"Whether it’s ten years or twenty years. If you ever get tired, come back. If you ever get hurt, come back. But if you never come back… if you end up marrying someone else—just don’t tell me. "Because I might not be able to stop myself from slashing your wedding car’s axles. And if that ruins your big day, I’d probably feel bad about it." … "Anyone can say pretty words." I hugged my knees, the night breeze lifting strands of my hair, carrying with it a scent I couldn’t quite place—something soft and tangled in the passage of time. "Yeah, but I love you. "I could turn my back on everyone in the world, but I would never turn my back on you.

"No… Was it Florence? I won't let her go. I'll avenge you! "Audrey, we'll have another child. Please don't leave me, okay? Don't give up on me—" he cried, his expression showing unmasked pain. "Martin, it's too late. I won't trust you anymore. I'll leave, and I… don't want you anymore." Martin sobbed, trying hard to reach me through the iron bars. "Audrey, I was wrong. I was out of my mind back then. I was just too jealous of my brother.

The tension thickens. “Let go of me,” I mutter under my breath. Without missing a breath, he responds: “Never. It’s literally impossible to let go of you, Candy."

I looked at her calmly. "Let's do it, Lauren. Let's cancel the engagement for real this time." Lauren stared at me in shock. Then, she seemed to remember something and snorted coldly. "Did you forget the last time you tried to leave? You couldn't even last a day before you came back crying and begging me to forgive you. "What's your plan this time? Same thing? How long will it last? One day? Three days? Don't come crawling back again, crying and begging me like a child!"

I felt a little out of place—like an outsider crashing someone else’s moment. Time slipped away without me realizing it. Eventually, the lights started to blur, and the music felt like a distant thumping echo in my head. Dizzy, I leaned in toward Matilda. “I think I need to use the restroom,” I told her, my voice lower than usual. “Can you still handle it?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes. I nodded. “Yeah… but I think I should leave soon. It’s almost midnight.” She smiled apologetically. “Thank you for coming tonight. I’d take you home, but can’t leave my friends right now.” She gestured toward her crowd, still drinking and dancing like the night was starting.

"Congratulations, Shawn. You finally got what you wanted. You hate Queenie, and now she's going to stay away from you." Finally, after all these years, they said one thing that I agreed with. There were only hours left before my flight. I checked my phone. "Is there anything else? I have to go." I told my mother I would be alright. "Just have your dinner, Mom." Shawn wanted to come after me, but Helga held him back. She said softly, "I know saying goodbye is hard, but you need to do this. Come back soon. I'll be waiting."

My eyes were filled with tears as I tried to cling to Dwane, to plead with him to reconsider, but his face was a mask of stone. I tried to speak, to find the right words to make him see how much I loved him, but my voice was just a whisper, lost in the wind. Suddenly, he took a step further back away from me and said, "Get out," he said with a voice that sounded cold and uncaring. "It's over now." This was more serious than I had thought. I agreed to leave because I was so embarrassed but before leaving I had to confirm with Dwane if he really now had a mate. I sighed and asked, "Dwane, is it true? Do you truly have a mate now?"

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

That was it, wasn’t it? Maya stared at her mate and watched as he stepped back into the bar. Tears filled her eyes, and pain slashed right through her chest. She couldn’t think. This had to be the most mortifying feeling in the world. “What happens if mates don’t ever want to be together? If they can’t stand each other?”It was a question she had asked her parents over dinner a few years ago. Both of them had laughed.“Oh, honey, that kind of thing doesn’t happen. Once you find your mate, you don’t ever want to leave them. All you want is to be with them. There is no denying the pull of your mate. It just isn’t possible.”