Ello Mate Novels & Stories

I turned toward the small tent a few feet away, where Mateo sat, lazily sipping whiskey, looking like he owned the world. “That’s my friend and business partner, Mateo,” I said, tilting my head toward him. “He will be joining us today.” Mateo lifted his glass in a lazy salute, his sharp eyes hidden behind dark shades. “Start first,” I said to Martin, stepping aside and handing him the first move like a king indulging a jester. Martin nodded again and took his position, setting up the ball with the care of a man who knew every move was being watched. Mateo chuckled under his breath and said loud enough for me to hear, “This is going to be fun.”

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

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"You want to mark the leftover trash of your greatest enemy." "I want you to pretend to be my mate," he corrected sharply. "A fake relationship. A marriage of convenience. Whatever term you want to use. You stand by my side. You play the part of the devoted, powerful Luna in front of my council and the neighboring packs. You wear my colors." "And in return?"

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

Did I get pulled into his dream world while awake? As I pushed my hair out of my face, he spoke. No, he didn’t simply talk. He shouted, “MATE!” The word hit my heart like a cupid’s arrow. That little girl inside me who yearned for a mate since she first learned about them was giddy, brimming with so much joy that I giggled as I reached to help him out of the small armchairs. As the tips of our fingers brushed sparks, literal sparks exploded, setting the sea of armchairs on fire. And I felt it. Every cell in my body felt it. “Mate,” I whispered the word reverently, having never thought I would utter it and mean it.

Trust me, with the intense way I was staring at him at the moment, he would have been able to figure that something was going on with me if that had been the case. "Adaliah, are you okay?" he asked me in the most loving way possible, and for a moment, I was mesmerized by his voice. There was just no fighting it — the effect of the mate bond was much stronger than my will to hate him. But guess what? I'm a fighter, and I'm definitely not going to allow that to get through me. I gave him a nod and uttered, "I'm okay. Just a bit nervous, that's all,"

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

“I was not feeling too well, I needed my space” “What space is greater than the company of your mate?” Mother said I shrugged uncomfortably at the mention of the title mate. When I heard people call her my Luna, I could bear it because a Luna’s duty was mainly for the pack. But the title ‘mate’ irked me greatly, because if she was my mate, her duty is of great extent to me and I am equally expected to love her. To make matters worse, we would have to be lovers who would be intimate on occasion, “Eww,” I murmured in disgust

This man, her alpha, was her mate. “One day, when you meet your mate, you will just know, sweetheart. We can’t tell you exactly how we know this, but you have to trust us. It’s this feeling, it is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt. It is more exciting than Christmas, more enjoyable than chocolate ice cream, and so much more intense than any exam you’ve ever studied for.” Holy shit! Maya couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. Luke Marshall, the pack alpha, the wandering nomad biker, was her … mate. This couldn’t be happening.