Fated Mates Romance Books Novels & Stories

And she knew the dangers of what might be blooming between them. If Anna was what Vivienne feared she was—and if fate had somehow brought her and Michael together—then everything Vivienne did twenty-eight years ago would unravel in an instant. The cloak. The spell. The secret. All of it would collapse. She didn’t know whether Michael loved the girl, but if the bond formed—if she turned out to be his fated mate and that mark was ever made—there would be no turning back. Not for him. Not for Anna. And not for the world that lay hidden behind the veil of humans and politics.

Ryker paced back and forth in his chamber, his mind tangled in the past. The walls around him felt too close. His ribs didn't ache as before. He was now fit to go about. But he could not, the pain that lingered in his chest had lingered in his chest held him down. It was an old wound, deeper than claw marks or broken bones—one that never truly healed. He had once thought fate had given him a gift. The day he learned Eirlys was his mate, something had lit up inside him. He had been raised to believe in strength and power, in the bond that tied gated mates together. And when his gaze had first locked onto her, he had known. She was meant for him.

Please note all the books will be stand-alone as well. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of June 2023]

The man asks first, and when everyone nods slowly, he grins and continues, "Unfortunates find their mates by finding out who doesn't have a scent." Avery stares at the man, furrowing her brows. "So because I can't find Alpha Lancaster's scent, he's my mate?" She asks with a sigh, trying not to roll her eyes. This doesn't seem very reliable to her at all. "Yes," the man beams. "We don't feel the typical sparks when we touch," Roman butts in, folding his arms as he glances at Avery quickly. "That's the beauty of Unfortunate pairings. All of that happens after marking," the doctor states gleefully, clapping his hands, and he puts his tablet down.

She said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and waved her off. “I have plenty of time." "Do you?" Yelena's expression turned knowing. "Because from what I understand, the longer you wait to claim a mate, the harder the bond becomes to control. And you seem rather... tense lately." I glared at her. "Are you finished?" "Just saying, it would be nice to see you happy. Maybe with someone who makes you smile instead of scowl all the time." Before I could respond, she curtsied and walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"I don't know who you think you are, but..." "I know exactly who I am." Vivian's eyes never left mine. "I'm Braham's real mate. His fated mate. The woman he was supposed to spend his life with before you wandered into the picture." The words hit like a physical blow. Fated mate. The term carried weight in the werewolf world…I'd learned that much over the past months. Fated mates were rare, supposedly destined by the moon goddess herself. An unbreakable bond. The werewolf equivalent of soulmates.

“Why do I get the feeling that you hate me even more than Priest does?” Shaking his head, he scoffs and pulls my arm out of his grip. “I met my Fated fifteen years ago right here in Vegas in the middle of a suburb,” he starts. “She was beautiful; hair the color of honey, eyes bluer than a cloudless day, and a temperament that could cause even Gabe to calm down.” I frown. “What does this have to do with me? What is a Fated?” He turns around to face me and places the tray on the nightstand. “Ever heard of something called a ‘mate’ amongst werewolves?” I nod. “Well, we vampires have something called a Fated, and only vampires 200 years and older get to meet theirs.”

Aninta cried in frustration within her thoughts. There is no such thing as second chance mates, as fiction books often suggest. Fated mates will always be of similar age, if a werewolf falls in love with someone before they turn eighteen, they are blessed with twelve months' grace before they are paired with their true mates. They can choose to either wait for their destined partner or bond with someone they have chosen, allowing the Moon to change the other person's fate to their second-best option. However, each individual only gets one fated.

“I see you take my point.” “So why does everyone say mates are fated?” “Well, I mean, in a sense, they are. In a biology as destiny sense. It’s almost impossible to have a pup with anyone else.” Almost impossible, but there are stories about it happening. In other packs. A long time ago. I always thought the stories existed as an excuse for insecure assholes to accuse their mates of sleeping around. “But the Fates are also—complicated.” “Are they like sports drinks?” “No lip from you, little missy,” but Abertha smiles as she says it. Some of the worry that’s been haunting her face since she found me in the thicket disappears. “But yes. They are like sports drinks.

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*