Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

Then: 1893. The frame is larger than the others, the canvas older, cracked with age like dried mud. The woman in the portrait wears the high collar and severe hairstyle of the late nineteenth century, but her face—her face is mine. Not similar. Not reminiscent. The same sharp jawline, the same dark eyes, the same defiant tilt of the chin that I see in my own mirror every morning. The only difference is the expression. She looks afraid. Beneath the portrait, carved into the wooden frame with a precision that looks burned rather than cut, are the words: *The First Mate. Burned for the Purity of the Pack.*

: Taj. "Let's Be Something," Camp Boss gets involved. "I don't want dinner today," the Captain told the camp boss while signing the new commissary request. "Look at her! If my wife agrees, I will take her to Russia," said the Captain. "Isn't this a movie actress" Taj "Yes, she likes me very much," Captain. "Will be dollars," thought Taj. "Dock clearance received ." The second mate informed the Captain. "We cast off on the seventh day, right?"

I think there was some food that got caught in my beard as well. I'm so sorry that you lost your first mate because of a rogue attack, she tells me. I know you are, but now I have you. How did the rogues get onto your land? That I have no idea about I'm still wondering about that myself. We have been investigating, but as you may or may not know that I went on a rampage killing almost every rogue after she was killed. Can you tell me who was with her when the rogues attacked? My Beta Paul was with her, why do you ask? I'm sorry I don't mean to be a cynical person. Did it ever occur to you that he could have had something to do with your previous mate getting killed.

For a long moment, he just stood there, his back to me, gathering his thoughts. "This is difficult for me," he finally began, his voice rough. "Admitting what I did. Who I was. But you deserve the truth. All of it." He turned to face me, and I saw tears gathering in his eyes. "My first mate betrayed the pack. She was giving information to rogues—our patrol schedules, our weaknesses, everything they needed to attack us successfully. We lost warriors because of her treachery. Good people died because she sold us out."

Finnick Logan, the most feared Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack, was my fated mate. The affiliation had gnashed into place, the moment I’d seen him at the throng, his penetrating blue eyes locking onto mine across the flake. My chest had hardened, my breath catching as the perception hit me like a thunderbolt. He was mine, and I was his I'm sure of. Or so I’d thought about us.

A big part of me knows that the first scenario is unlikely to play out because not only am I betraying him, I'm also taking him for a fool, and Harry hates being played for a fool. He might go as far as to cut off all ties with me because of this secret. He did it to his first mate. Lauren might've cheated on him, but she apologised and wanted him back. He didn't care much for her, but he broke the mate bond between the two of them. What would then happen to me? Not only does he care for me as much as he cares for his own life, more even. I'm not cheating on him; what I'm doing is way worse.

I said. “What other information?” the man in front of me asked suspiciously. “He has indicated he has been holding my first mate for years. The same mate who was believed to have been killed by rogues,” I summarized for him. His eyes widened in surprise. “That is not possible,” he replied softly.

Unfortunately, Carter wasn't leaving. "We're taking the girl." A growl erupted from the stranger's chest. The sound vibrated through the air.bEvery wolf immediately lowered its head. Even Carter took an unconscious step backward. The stranger's eyes never left him. "She's not a girl." His voice was calm. Deadly calm. "She's my mate." The words sent another wave of confusion through me. Mate. Again. Carter laughed nervously. "With all due respect, Guardian, she belongs to Alpha Damien."

He walked back to his seat, poured some dry gin into the glass, and took a sip. I stared at him with curiosity, wondering what he was about to say to me. He kept silent again, and after a moment, he opened his mouth to speak. “Six years ago, I was betrayed by my first mate, Anita,” he revealed, while I stared at him with stunned eyes. I never knew he had a first mate, which means he had a mate before. That means I was his second chance mate. This was unbelievable.

"your mate has been dead long ago, why don't you try begging the moon goddess to mate you once again. You know it's difficult to live alone" Lara, a member of the rogue pack and his best friend suggested him. Marcellus looked at her and then sighed. No one will ever understand the pain of losing a mate until one experiences. She was her first love and he lost her in a battle with Picaro pack. They were vicious alphas and betas, a pack of werewolves whom he hated most. And yet they killed a Lycans mate.