Novel & Cerita Fake It Till You Mate It

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

I wanted to be honest with them, but I also didn’t want to disappoint them. My mom, especially, expects me to find my mate soon. And I already had—only to be rejected. Even now, I still don’t have the strength to tell her. So, I chose this instead—having Zane as my fake mate. I know it’s not the best solution, but for now, it’s the only way. It spares me from judgment, and it puts Natasha’s mind at ease. “We kind of think of it as a dare. No biggie,” Zane muttered, now dressed in his scrubs.

“I’m an alpha from the Dark Moon wolf pack. My uncle stole the title after my parents died, banished me, and told everyone I was dead. A few know I’m alive… and they’re waiting for me to reclaim my place. I just need someone to pretend to be my mate…stand by me until I take him down. After that, you can walk away. I’ll even pay you. I tried asking other women, but they all have mates… and I don’t see one beside you. So I’m asking you.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to pretend to be your mate… when we both know we’re mates?” He smirked. “Well, technically, you could say it’s… method acting.” I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. This guy… “Sure,” I said, leaning slightly closer

He screamed at me. Seeing such an outburst from him and hearing his continuous denial was enough to make me finally lose my composure. "Madison can't do that?? I'm lying to you??? You see everything, you know this isn't fake but you just need to try to convince yourself that you're the victim when you definitely are not!" "My mother, she has been dead for a very long time but no one knew, not even you that claim to be her mate and her murderer, you married her, started a family with her and didn't even bother to question for once why ber child looked like your ex love."

“I can’t make Blake love me. He rejected me, and I can’t change that.” “You’re damn right about that!” my father strokes his grey beard, grumbling to himself. “The only way to fix this humiliating situation is to make the paparazzi focus on something else. This won’t go away by itself, I hope you know that, Violet. This is why I’ve come up with the perfect solution: I want you to visit the mating bureau and ask them to find you a suitable man to claim as your mate. If you find someone new, this shit storm will be forgotten, and the paparazzi will instead focus on the new man in your life. It’s a perfect idea.”

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

"I don't anymore." He froze. "Ethan, you've gotten one thing wrong all along." I looked at him. "I was good to you, not because of duty, but because of love." "But we..." "We're nothing," I cut him off. "We broke the mate bond, and you have a new mate. We're over." "That was fake!" Ethan said, desperate. "The mate ceremony with Vivian was fake! We only did it to calm the pack down..." "Fake?" I pulled out my phone. "Are these fake too?"

If this kept going on then I could probably write a 'How To Make Yourself Insane Book For Dummies'. "I hate to sound pessimistic but I don't think that's going to work," she almost sounded elated by the idea, already fantasizing about what it would be like to complete the mate bond with him. The images she put in my head only made matters worse; explicit images that bothered me in so many ways. "Stop it," I growled lowly in irritation, "I can't be pining over someone who doesn't want me." "I think he wants you, he wants you bad. You just need to make him realize it," I could see her wolfish grin in my mind.

“One more question. Do you have a mate?” I touched the fake, inked mark on my neck, feeling a wave of revulsion. “No,” I said firmly. “I don't have a mate.” “Understood, Young Miss. I'll come to pick you up in three days.”