Find My Mate Novels & Stories

I guess after that, I won’t be much interested in parties and birthday cake. I left my dads to handle Mom and head over to the main table, where Matthew is looking around. “Lose someone?” I ask, chuckling. “You know I’m looking for my mate,” he says. “And I don’t see her. That’s not fair. You have Rylee already.” I shrug. “I don’t know for sure she’s my mate yet, but I’m pretty sure. I know you’ll find yours soon. Don’t worry.” “Easy for you to say,” he says.

I grinned, ruffling his head of curly red hair, "how did the mate search go? Tell me everything." "It went nowhere," he grimaced, letting the spoon fall into the ball with a clang sound that echoed around the kitchen, "I was in an entire pack of male and female wolves and yet, no mate! There are still other packs but at least I know my mate is nowhere in the Green Forest pack, or the Silver Dawn pack, or in the Midnight Sun pack. There's a possibility my mate could be a rogue as well."

"Make sure you protect Riley, being unmarked and all." "What does that mean?" I ask the three of them through my bites of breakfast. "When you find your mate, you're supposed to bite them leaving your mark on them. Every couples mark is unique to them," Levi starts. My cheeks flush at the thought of Declan "marking" me. "Um, what?" I ask, "Doesn't that seem a little crazy?" "No, it's how you now when someone has found their mate. It's very romantic actually," Lauralie says, pulling the collar down of her shirt. I notice her mark is silver, with what looks like a crescent moon with a star.

“There is something you have to know.” “Which is? Because seriously, Aliyah, when we get back home, you are telling me how you get to know a nightwalker.” He replied to her, ‘a strong one at that,’ he added in the mind link, his eyes flitting over to the man. Aliyah sighed and her eyes went to Steven who raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk. She sighed and licked her lips, “Sean, on the blood moon night…” she paused and looked up at him, “I found my mate.”

“I don’t accept your rejection. You are my mate and I will not be rejected by you.” My light trembles seem to fade out as I speak, the words repeating over and over out of my lips while I picture myself back to holding my mate, keeping her close, and refusing to let her go. I have to find her, but even after running for what feels like ages, I’ve not even found her damn scent anywhere.

Nice try. “I need to know. Don’t think I’m threatening you or emotionally blackmailing you. In fact, you can think whatever you feel like. That’s your problem. And your expression tells me otherwise, you don’t seem troubled, you feel comfortable which shows you know what’s going wrong with you, you don’t look scared or terrified to me, you know what the fuck is…” “I found my mate.” I blurted out, and her eyes widened, yet I continued. “He’s been by my side for ages, right under my nose. I was a fucking fool that I didn’t recognise who he was to me until we met again.”

The need to find our mate, to reunite with her, was overwhelming, and it pushed me forward, urged me to keep searching. The moment I opened my eyes, Isabella's location was imprinted in my mind and I turned to Alan, who stood before me, silent and watchful. "Get the cars ready," I ordered. "I found her." ~ ~ ~ "Secure the perimeter. I'll go in first," I growled, as I stepped out of the SUV, the smell of pine and damp earth filling my nostrils. The mate bond tugged at me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the empty forest. I began to sense Isabella's sadness, a tightness in my chest growing with every step. What was happening to her? Anger boiled in my blood, mixing with fear and desperation.

Genelia rolls her eyes and continues her story. "The chance of us finding our mate is about eighty-seven percent." Genelia is a wiz with math. I never understood how she does it. "How did you get that!" I say. "Okay..." She goes on explaining to me about how she got her answer but I was too busy thinking about my mate.

The results were clear— The alcohol I drank that night contained trace amounts of a special drug. Emma had used connections to find a witch deep in the forest to make it. And she wasn’t my fated mate at all. That was a hallucination created by the drug. My true fated mate had always been Ann. From beginning to end. I had never betrayed the Moon Goddess’s arrangement. The security footage showed it. It was Emma who knocked on my hotel room door first. My breathing stopped for a single, brutal beat. The second report. The pup. The pup I’d felt guilty about—

“It feels like everything is crumbling. I was searching for my dad again this morning… and then that message from her. She basically said she wishes she never kept me.” Mira’s expression softened. “Baby, I’m so sorry. But listen, you have me. You always have me. And yeah, this Ronan guy sounds intense as hell. Hot, dangerous, probably loaded with red flags… but if there’s really some kind of ‘mate’ thing going on, even though I don’t think it exists,” Mira teased, trying to cheer her up, “maybe it’s worth figuring out what it means. You can’t keep running from it while it’s messing with your head.”