Fated Mates Meaning Novels & Stories

She truly cares for me, and wants to be with me. People think that the phrase “fated mate” is the end of the conversation. It's just the beginning. Just because the moon goddess destined you for each other, doesn't mean you're ready to accept each other, or even like each other. There's always the chance of rejection, and a lifetime of loss.

That was not on the list of things I was expecting to hear. “A curse?” She nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on a spot behind me. “It was placed on she-wolves alone. The female wolves in your father's family were bound by this particular curse. It suppressed your power for years, your wolf included, all until the moment of your true claim by a fated alpha.” My ears twitched at the revelation. “So I have a family who's like me? Someone I can talk to?” “None of them survived,” she said and I took a sharp intake of breath. “Before one is born, the other dies. No two fated mates can exist at a time.”

“Didn’t you feel the mate pull?” “The… the mate pull?” My heart stumbled. “Then that would mean—” “Yes,” he said softly. “We’re fated mates.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The words sank in slowly, their meaning almost impossible to process. Fated mates. The concept was nearly mythical now, a legend more than a reality. It was said that a long time ago, the moon goddess stopped binding souls due to the overwhelming rejection rate.

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.”

Rose looked sadly at me, "They really are great leaders you know! They deserve such love and happiness that I know only you can bring them." "I don't believe I can Rose. They aren't my mates! The Moon Goddess has a mate for me out there somewhere, but I'm not going to find him cooped up in here!" I explained but quickly picked up on how visibly uncomfortable Rose appeared when ANY talk against my pod of mates was brought up. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable for me to say Rose, but I'm not going to apologize for wanting my FATED MATE." Rose looked at me a bit confused, "But miss...they ARE your fated mates!"

She asked confused as hell. "Well it's like what humans call girlfriend and boyfriend Ava so in my world it's called Mates, every creature in the fantasy world has his own moon gifted mate made for him or her to love, cherish, protect and start a family with, you understand now better?" Ava looked at him trying to make sense of it all. "So....so you are saying that i am your girlfriend or something?" "Yes, yes exactly little one! Yes" he husked enthusiastically. But that enthusiasm was short lived upon hearing Ava's next words....

“Unfortunately, he and his fated mate died three years ago in a rogue attack. He left everything in the pack to you should you shift in adulthood—if you didn’t shift, you’d only get the money. But lucky for me…” His eyes glimmered and his lips curved into a faint smile. “I just so happened to walk in on your first shift.” I shook my head and rubbed my hands over my face, struggling to make sense of all this. “Fated mate. Rogues. Shifts. None of this makes any sense to me. What’s a fated mate?” Ethan looked almost amused as he explained, “It’s when a wolf is soul-bound to another. Some believe it’s a simple biological drive creating a hormonal thread between two individuals. Others believe it

I still had more questions, more things I needed to address. “So, if a mating ceremony is like a wedding, then a mate is like — like a husband or a wife?” I asked. “Yes and no,” he replied. “There are different types of mates. Chosen mates and fated mates. A chosen mate means you pick each other and agree to be together, even though there isn’t a mate bond. Nicole and I were pretending to be chosen mates.” “And a fated mate?” “A fated mate is a soul mate. Your other half. Your perfect match. There is no one more important to a werewolf than their fated mate.”

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.

I said and she nodded gently. "Why was your father worried about a fated-mate?" She finally asked. Honestly, I had expected her to ask this question since my father brought it up. The fact that she restrained herself made me worried a bit. I knew I needed to put her mind at ease. " A fated-mate is like your soulmate, a wolf's other half. It is regarded as a magical love gift from the moon goddess. You can reject the mate or accept, it is all up to you. I learned there is a strong magical pull between the two fated couples, accompanied with peace and calmness." I said and she cut in.