Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

“My mate died ten years ago. I had forgotten….” he takes another deep breath of my scent. So, his first mate was a fated mate. Then for him, this is a gift. For me, I’m not sure what this is. I’m not sure I want to be mated to another Alpha who will betray our mate bond and cast me aside. “I want you,” he breathes into my hair. Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s hooked his hand on my thigh and pulled it up to his hip. The sharp pain from my hip slices through my body and I cry out.

💦Claimed by the Queen💦 The Spanish ship was closing in fast, its sails full in the night wind. My crew was already preparing for battle, but my focus was on the man still tied to my mast, Captain Diego Vargas, my captured prize. “Prepare the cannons!” I shouted to my first mate, my voice carrying across the deck. “And keep him secured. He’s mine.” Diego’s eyes burned with a mix of defiance and raw desire as I approached him again. His cock was still hard, glistening with my juices from our earlier encounter. I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

"Captain's rules, no slurs, no lying to the captain, no women aboard. Add one: no mouths on my time. It costs rope." "Thought the rule was no women," the red-haired sailor offered, halfway toward testing and not loving the tide. "And that boy." "Is crew," Harp said, arriving like a verdict. The deck under his boots seemed to decide to be a better floor. "Crew pulls their weight. Crew shuts mouths that get in the way of hands." A silence, thready, embarrassed. Freckles shuffled. The man with the halfway test found his hands and pretended to love them.

I asked all at once, and realized how curious I was. I cleared my throat and folded my arms. "I am just curious, that's all." He smirked. "I know," he answered. "But let's leave it at that. I don't want to bore you with my boring story." Then you shouldn't have started it, I almost yelled out but that would be foolish of me. I had pushed him into spilling the truth. She was his first mate. I was the second. Not chosen. Not destined first. Just… next.

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th

If he wanted to be with us, he would have been here with me instead of this annoying Alpha Chapman who was borderline flirting with me. I screwed the cap from the bottle and had a gulp. "I'm leaving today. No need to go out of your way when Devin's taking care of me." He was being slick and wanted to be in my panties. "Oh, you did not use his rightful title," his lips curled slightly upwards. "Are you his second mate?" With keen interest, I probed, "What do you mean by that? Who was his first mate?" He withdrew his head, holding hands in the air, "I shouldn't have said anything. Please forget about it."

I had taken some time to ask the ones who have been serving in the Full Moon pack longer than I have, questions about the Alpha's family. Cross was the ruthless self proclaimed Alpha King who's father died in a battle against rogue werewolves. His native name was Taye, a name that was given to the first born among a set of twins. His identical twin brother was Kehinde, whom I heard was kinder and more understanding. Most people said he actually visited the slaves sometimes although I had never seen him. But the clothes they shared to us were said to be brought by him. He seemed like a lovely person.

I lied to her as I smiled and ran my hand across her soft sexy lips. The truth was I was not in the mood to kiss her which scares me if it was a mood or the spiritual connection, I felt with my first mate that made me no longer felt attracted to my Luna. It was quite absurd to think of something like this knowing my first mate was dead. She was no longer among the living.

Her voice sounds a bit confused, which I was expecting. "I told you to leave!" I slam my hands on the desk, and she flinches fearfully. "Ye... Yes, Sir," She stutters before she turns and scurries out of my office, closing the door behind her. "Shit!" I curse under my breath as soon as she's out of the office, running my fingers through my hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. This isn't another punishment, is it? My name is Miguel Jaxon, thirty-three years old cursed Alpha of Dynamite pack. Yes, you heard that. What would you call an Alpha that has lost four of his mated? Yes, you will ask how it all happened, but I guess it's all because of my ill fate. I was only twenty five when I had my