Drake Mate Novels & Stories

he said enthusiastically. "Wow, that's awesome! I'm genuinely happy for you," I smiled at him. "What about you, Zoe? Have you found your mate?" Luna Irene interjected. "Not yet," I awkwardly chuckled. "Oh, Drake is the same. But you're both still young, and you have plenty of time to find your mates. Mates love and protect each other unconditionally; they are the most wonderful beings in the world," Luna Irene said, exchanging a loving glance with Alpha Joan.

Suddenly, I had an idea. Drake is an Alpha, which means he can certainly leave the grounds. If I’m with him then in theory, I could leave at some point. There’s no way they don’t send people out for supplies sometimes since I’d definitely seen people with things that could only be bought in a store. What if I say I want him as my mate? Pretty damn ballsy, seeing as he's the head honcho. If I pick him, he has to say yes, doesn’t he?

The sight of him knocks the air right out of me. I stare. Frozen. His mouth moves, and his voice echoes through the room. “I am officially putting the Mate Games on hold,” he says. “Effective immediately.” There’s a ripple of gasps and confusion in the bar. Some girl near the front makes a sharp noise, half-disbelief, half-anger. But I barely hear her. I’m too busy watching him.

I ask, he held my face from going away; he pushed me against the wall and whispered to me ears; "Can I suggest something to you right now? He asked; I took in a lot of time before responding to his request. "What do you want?" I allowed him to speak; Drake looks at me, he smiles, he let me go, as I leaned away from the wall, he put his hand inside his pocket and said, I want to suggest to you my dear Maria, that we both help each other." He paused. I ask again what he meant. Drake laughs for some minute and tell me that he wants us to become sex mates to each other. "Let's be sex mates!" He said; he didn't even blink his eyes at me at all…

There is only one thing that would cause that shift–they are a mated pair. One by one, he dispatches the rest of the squadron, maiming them beyond hope, removing limbs, tearing off wings, whatever he needs to do to fight for his mate, who is still pinned to the ground as the other drake pumps into her. She is begging for Athony, trying to pull herself away, but the other drake has her pinned, his lower fork keeping her pressed in place, unable to move as his seed prepares to release.

“From now henceforth, On no account should a mate be found mistreating their mate. No one should keep a female/male close to them if they are mated. Neglect of mate will not be tolerated and if reported, you will visit the dungeon. Your mate is your equal, tear them as such. Your mate is more important than anybody even if they saved your entire generation. Your mate comes before the pack. Especially in dangerous situations and health situations. The duty of your mate is to take care of the pack, not a particular individual.” Jerome paused to take a breath and to allow them sink this rules in. Sure enough, the hall began to buzz, murmurs began to fly, I could hear some disagreements and I co

This was the other side of Damion, the leader who could move mountains with words alone. When he returned, he knelt in front of me, his expression softer again. “I’m announcing you as Luna tonight,” he said. My breath caught. “Tonight?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “You’re already my mate. The bond recognizes you. The pack needs to as well.” I searched his face. “What if they don’t accept me?” His eyes darkened. “Then they don’t belong in my pack.” The certainty in his voice was absolute. A strange calm settled over me.

"I get it. You're jealous. Still pissed I gave the Arctic Fox fur to Lena, huh? Using Cayce to get back at me?" I didn't flinch. "You shouldn't say that. I'm forming a mate bond with Cayce." "You can't! You're mine!" Kain snarled—and lunged. His hand barely twitched before Cayce's grip snapped around his arm. Crack. Kain grunted, breath catching, sweat slick on his brow. Cayce's glare was lethal. Wolves near us flinched back without thinking. "She's my mate," he said, voice like ice cracking. "You think you can touch her?"

he muttered. After going through the pictures, he prepared himself to read the text message. "Few personal life information about Miral Chandravanshi- Not a virgin. Currently having a friends-with-benefits relationship with Raghuveer Chandravanshi's PA and her best friend Naveen Dated two guys in the past but it ended miserably. Drinks a lot. She needs a pint of beer to think clearly. Hangs out with guys rather than being with girls"

The nouns floating weightlessly in the space, sharp and heavy as a scalpel. Aurora’s brows furrowed. "Mate with my mate? I have no mate," she declared stiffly as she got to her feet. Her gaze was steady, yet her heart drummed in her chest. "You’re mistaken, witch. If you’re talking about Sage, he’s not my mate. He’s just—"