Fated Love Novels & Stories

POV DORA Growing up I never really got to know who my father was , all I knew was that before he died I was betrothed to his friend's son. I didn't see it as any thing bad , when I later got to know who I was betrothed to by my mom I wanted to refuse thinking to my self if this type of thing still happens at this era. When we were finally introduced to each other , I realized he was a senior in my school , and I could remember us talking two or three times. We finally got acquainted with each other and decided to go through we the marriage in the future.

“Once I taste you, I won’t let you go.” “Take me Teddy, Goddess be damned.” I pleaded with him. I now knew the pull and attraction of a fated mate was something real; we were like two stars orbiting each other. Getting closer and closer to the inevitable supernova of collision, the pull of the fated mate bond speeding it along. With that, Teddy grabbed my face and brought it fiercely to his, capturing my mouth in a kiss so deep, neither wanted to break away.

“He acknowledged you for who you are my dear.” “As a Luna?” “As something far more ancient than that.” Evelyn blinked. “What does that mean?” Aleta handed her a mug of tea and gestured for her to sit. Evelyn obeyed, if only because her legs had started to tremble again. “Fated mates are rare,” Aleta said. “True ones. Not chosen pairings. Not political ties. Not comfort after war. But the kind that calls to your wolf before your mind understands what’s happening.”

Just two strangers who happen to share the same bloodline. Sasha shook his head. You are wrong, cousin. The bond was broken, yes. But it was not destroyed. It was just transferred. Redirected. Like a river that has been dammed in one place and released in another. He turned back to Ela, his gray eyes soft, almost tender. She is my fated mate now. Not because I chose her. Not because she chose me. Because fate chose both of us. And fate, unlike the Council, unlike our families, unlike the people who have spent centuries trying to control us, cannot be bought or sold or broken.

Her lips parted, questions rising, but he pressed on. “I was in love once. Not fated, not true mates—but I loved her. And every day, I worried that her real mate would come for her, and I would lose her.” His jaw tightened. “But fate had other plans. Battle took her instead. I held her as she bled out in my arms. And since then…” He looked away for a moment, his hand slipping from her face to hang heavy at his side. “I swore I wouldn’t love again. That I couldn’t survive it.”

Lachlan’s mother personally marked me with the totem that granted access to the sacred grounds. “This pack is your home now. We will never let Lachlan hurt you!” Richard warned Lachlan that a wolf only gets one fated mate. One. He forbade him from ever straying. Lachlan just smiled, his handsome face full of happiness. “Don’t worry, Mom, Dad. I love Anya more than anything. I’d never let her get hurt.” To prove his devotion, Lachlan fastened the ancestral Luna necklace around my neck himself.

“I’ll tell you, but it will not be now, now to your next lives as you will meet him and you will know for, he holds the uncanny resemblance of the two people that dears to you the most.” “So, it was you.” Come in face to face towards the person that is fated to her, yet is asking the very opposite of that intended reason. The fate that was sealed from the very beginning, the destiny that is written beyond the very beginning, and the inevitable chance that started with both the blessing and the curse. She now comes face to face with the person that draws with the blood and marks of both of them. Farah in her new identity and vessel crosses the path and finally towards him.

Fate Mates were an extremely rare phenomena. Typically, two werewolves fell in love and then decided to declare themselves mates, either through marriage or another means. But the love bond of a Fate Mate gives the werewolves no choice in the matter. I’d heard it described in stories and fairytales. When you find your fate mate, and you look at the person for the first time, the entire world stops. The one thing that keeps you alive is that person. And separation from that person would mean losing a part of yourself.

I could feel the warmth of her soul. Dane walked in without even knocking. He looked a little disheveled to say the least. Asher and myself stood up in-between him and Stasia. “She really is your mate. Go figure. I wouldn’t have seen that coming.” Dane chuckled a little, and turned toward Stasia. “Look I am sorry. Truly Stasia I am. You have always been there for the ones I love. Shit without your friendship with my brother, I wouldn’t have found the love of my life.” Dane hung his head to her, and a sign of submission. Pleating with her to forgive him.

“Fated mate? What is that? Is that something similar to what I am to you?” Lewison’s expression softened slightly. “No. It is something that is supposed to be beautiful. Fated mates are said to share an even deeper love and bond than what the humans would call husband and wife. It’s supposed to be the most beautiful and perfect thing the goddess has ever created.” I stepped on a branch and my heart leaped and on instinct I turned, my eyes monitoring every corner. We were still alone. A deep breath escaped me. Facing Lewison again, I forced my lips to move, “An—and your mother was that to your father?”