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She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

But deep within her heart, she knew where her true allegiance lay, guided by the unmistakable pull of destiny. As the tension reached its zenith, Samantha's gaze met that of her true mate, a silent understanding passing between them like a whisper in the wind. In that fleeting moment, she glimpsed the promise of a future filled with boundless love and unfettered joy, a destiny intertwined with his.

“You sound just like me when I was your age. But the truth is, Liam, you can’t run from who you are.” I set my glass down a little too hard, the sound echoing through the study. “So, what exactly is a mate? And how will I know when I find mine?” A knowing look crossed his face. “A mate is more than just a partner. It’s a bond. The one person that transcends logic and reason. It’s instinct, fate, and desire all wrapped into one. When you find her, you’ll know. Your wolf will know. Your wolf will be overprotective.”

I stopped in between when I realized what I said. I closed my eyes for a second as I said " let's go your shirt looks fine now " She got off the bed as tried to open the door. " what happened? " I asked as I got a hold of my emotions. " The door is not opening," she said. Goodness, what's the new problem now... *** Guys plz give a read to my other books and I started Aarohi's story as ' destined to be mine ' P. S. Follow my account

“And yet, we are doing this because it’s not just about you, King Kane. It’s about the image you project. Your Luna deserves a groom who looks his best, don’t you think?” The mention of her name pulled me out of my defiance. Catherine. Tomorrow, she would be my mate, bound to me in front of the pack and the goddess. The thought should have filled me with pride, but instead, it brought a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. “She doesn’t care about scars,” I uttered with pride. Durmas raised an eyebrow. “No, perhaps she doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean you should go into tomorrow looking like you’ve been mauled by a rogue.”

A dead mate would have been reported. She finds it odd, but it's a nice distraction from listening to her wolf talk about how hot Roman is. It's not that she's wrong - he is very, very attractive - but she won't impede on somebody else's territory, especially if she doesn't know if they ever claimed each other. A claim bounded wolves for life. It was done in the form of a bite at the bottom of the neck, and it showed that you had a mate, and were off the market. She couldn't remember if she had saw one the day before on him - she hadn't looked.

It took me a minute to finally recognise the face. Dante Hamilton. He was Damien's twin, but unlike him, Dante possessed an arctic coldness that made the air around him feel twenty degrees colder. And the moment I locked eyes with him, my wolf didn't hesitate this time; she tore through. "MATE! MATE! MATE!" echoed in my head. My eyes went wild. My knees felt like jelly as a chill descended in my heart. I tried to shake it off but the mate bond slammed into my consciousness with crystal clarity. It was unmistakable.

She briefly scanned the page and her eyes stopped on a subtitle: soulmates. SOULMATES SHARE A CONNECTION SO DEEP THAT NOT EVEN DEATH CAN BREAK IT. MATES ARE TWO PEOPLE DESTINED BY THE MOON GODDESS TO BE TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY. THEY ARE BEST SUITED TO EACH OTHER AND ARE BOUND TO FIND EACH OTHER IN LIFE. SPARKS AT CONTACT IS A SIGN OF MATES AND A MIND LINK STRONGER THAN THAT OF A PACK LINK IS COMMON BETWEEN AN ALPHA COUPLE. Indianna frowned and slammed the book shut. She was being ridiculous. ‘Greyson?’ She could feel him in her head and for once she hoped he would talk to her. ‘Am I being ridiculous?’

“So perfect.” “Who-who are you?” Destiny asked, frozen to the spot. “You know who I am,” he said. “Ask your wolf. She knows exactly who I am.” One lone word pounded in her mind… mate, mate, mate! Find him. She suddenly woke up with a start. The lake! She looked around in the darkroom. “Oh god! Was it a vision ?” Destiny sighed, replaying the whole thing in her head. “Could he be the one, my mate? My wolf seems to think so.”

he paused, it was like almost like he was unsure or contemplating if he should tell me or not. "Except what?" I asked again, again with fucking questions, don't I know anything again. "Except it is a fated mate," he replied. I don't want to answer, I don't want to ask, I don't want to pretend, but What the fuck is a fated mate? I am sure Caleb must have picked it up because he continued. "A fated mate is that mate that can't be replace, it is that person only for the other person. So if both fated don't find themselves they would get to lose their wolf,"