Fated Mates Trope Meaning Novels & Stories

“My bad.” Victoria sighed again. She’d finally given up on trying to fight me. I could hear her rubbing her eyes through the phone. “A fated mate,” she said gently. “Is different than a chosen mate. It is someone who the universe has destined you to be with. People who are with their chosen mates are said to be able to awaken their deeper, more wonderous powers.”

I'm working on writing a book about…about…" " About werewolves," I said and she nodded. " Yes. So, please help me out, Mr Jake." "Okay, what do you guys want to know?" "Do wolves have 'fated mates'?" I asked, making Mr Jake squint. " I mean what does it mean to be a wolf's fated mate?" "Well it means you've been predestined to be with the person forever. By the way, it's not really true, you know. It's just the story about it. Looking back decades ago, that's it. But, you girls do believe they don't exist, right?"

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.”

"Okay, listen, deep breath, don't crash the damn car again, I'll explain." She crosses her arms, one eyebrow raised, jaw tight, like she's about to file a complaint with the universe. "In our world," I start, keeping my tone calm and patient like I'm explaining algebra to someone who hates math, "Fated Mates are the real deal. It's not just love or lust or whatever. The Moon Goddess literally pairs souls. Like, cosmically. Think destiny, but make it magical." Ava squints. "Okay... but what does that have to do with me? I'm human. I bleed wine and sarcasm, not moonlight and wolf magic."

"And what is that exactly?" Brodi drew in a deep breath for strength and sat back down. "A fated mate is the only true mate a shifter will ever have. They may have other relationships, but they will not be anything compared to the depth of connection fated mates will have. There is no guessing if someone is your mate or not. You know immediately."

"Calm down," I say when I see him starting to hyperventilate, "Eros, sit down and stop spiraling. Yes, all of those things are because we're mates. But we don't really call it 'soulmates' in my cult, we just say we're fated mates. Brought together by fate, destined to create a future and a life together.” “Oh… That sounds beautiful,” he whispers, then shakes his head and frowns, “Too good to be true.”

With Dad grooming me to be an Alpha, poised and stronger. Regardless of how much time has passed over the last few hours. Mate? I found the name woefully ironic, for the devastating mate bond was truly devastating to my heart. Had William been here, he would have forced me to bring her home and claim her, giving no cause to complain in that sense. Without a shadow of a doubt, we were getting close and using the courtship was a mark that our friendship will know no stalemate. Oddly the one I intend on building with strictly Ariadne. "How nice would that be?" She muttered,

he paused, it was like almost like he was unsure or contemplating if he should tell me or not. "Except what?" I asked again, again with fucking questions, don't I know anything again. "Except it is a fated mate," he replied. I don't want to answer, I don't want to ask, I don't want to pretend, but What the fuck is a fated mate? I am sure Caleb must have picked it up because he continued. "A fated mate is that mate that can't be replace, it is that person only for the other person. So if both fated don't find themselves they would get to lose their wolf,"

I ask, a flicker of annoyance going through me. "Some days after I arrived. We were talking and then she mentioned that I'm her brother's mate... something about technically being sisters," she pauses, then adds. "And she said it meant that we're friends, but it's obvious that wasn't what it meant." Trust Ophelia to let information spill. This is why I try to keep certain things hidden from her. I sigh. "No. It isn't what it means." "Then what is it?" "Just as humans believe that there is someone meant for them, werewolves also believe in mates. They're chosen by the Moon goddess," I explain. "The moon goddess is our creator, she controls everything about us."

I read. The fated mate system, according to the founders, was not a natural phenomenon. It was designed. Created. Built as a political tool to keep the ruling families in power. The founders had developed a ritual that could create a bond between two wolves, making them believe they were destined for each other. The bond was real enough to be felt, real enough to be believed. But it was manufactured. Engineered. A lie dressed up as fate. I read the words again. And again. The meaning sank into my chest like a stone.