Forbidden Mate Novels & Stories

“I cannot bring myself to accept her as my mate —” “But she is your mate, Lance. Each of us gets just one opportunity for a mate, and you’ve finally found yours. It’s a blessing I won’t allow you to ignore or cast aside,” Lachlan interjected firmly. Lance shook his head. “But you can't force me, Father.”

Hades cleared his throat and began to intervene. “Are you sure about that? According to were law, it is forbidden to mark a mate who is unwilling,” I could almost taste the venom in his voice, spitting poison at Tatum more than me. “She is willing, isn’t that right, mate?” The word he used to address me made me cringe. Nonetheless, I kept my mouth shut and nodded. Hades stared at me in pure disbelief and pain, but I knew he wouldn’t be looking at me like that if he knew.

"You're our mate. Do you think we should just let you go because you want us to?" "How about we just get on with the rejection right now? You think I want anything to do with you all? I'm going a bit too far? Who started it?" "You're ours, don't you know that? You can't deny it even if you want to. Besides, you can only have your fated mates once in a lifetime. Since you now know where you come from, do you think you can reject us?" he fired at me again. What the hell is he talking about? I can't have another if I reject them? I'm only allowed to have one mate in a lifetime while others can have again? Are they trying to deceive me right now?

that went back centuries. The information was consistent enough to be unsettling. Mate bonds were permanent. Once activated, they couldn't be ignored. Mates could sense each other's emotions, locations, and sometimes even pain. Rejection was possible but caused severe psychological damage. Sometimes physical damage too. And marking, claiming was irreversible. I slammed the laptop shut at four AM, crawled into bed, and spent the next three hours staring at the ceiling. Dad knocked on my door at seven. "You okay, sweetheart? You look exhausted."

“Because in two weeks’ time, you will be my husband. Isn’t it proper that I visit my soon-to-be mate?” The words felt like chains tightening around me. Mate. She didn’t even know the weight of that word—not in the way I did, not in the way my wolf knew when he looked at Elara. Still, I kept my face unreadable. “You could have sent word.” “I wanted to see you.” Her voice was soft, but not tender. Calculated. Lyra had always been ambitious, and this union wasn’t about me—it was about power, about what binding herself to me would give her.

And right now, I was messing up that order by not having a mate yet. “Patience is running thin, son,” he said. “I’ve given you time. You wanted to go live among the humans, play your hockey, and have your freedom. I allowed it. But this… this situation is becoming a problem. An Alpha heir without a mate makes the whole pack look weak. Questions are being asked.” I swallowed hard. The memory of Lena’s wrist in my hand flashed through my head for a second. That electric feeling. The word “mate” is screaming inside me. I pushed it away fast. She was human. It couldn’t be real. I wasn’t going to let it be real.

“Your Majesty, we congratulate you on the victory in the south. The Shadow Crown is broken. But victory abroad means little if the throne itself crumbles from within.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the chamber. Lucien leaned back, fingers steepled. “Speak plainly, Lord Vesper. I have no patience for veiled threats this morning.” Vesper’s eyes narrowed. “Then plainly: the law is clear. A king must take a royal mate capable of producing an heir. A male omega cannot fulfill that duty. Your… attachment risks the stability of all packs. We have gathered signatures from more than half the noble houses. If you refuse to set aside this forbidden mate and choose

"And I know how." Dax was quiet for the long moment he used when he was updating a large number of internal assessments simultaneously. He did this without visible drama, which was one of the things I'd valued about him since we were seven years old. "The prohibition," he said. "There's an older law. The Mate's Claim. Predates the prohibition by two hundred years. If the Bond Test confirms the connection between us, the Mate's Claim supersedes the prohibition. It's embedded in the constitutional structure at a level that can't be argued around. Three hundred years of everything built on top of it doesn't change what it says."

He nods and agrees to talk to his friend to resume his plans. “Are you over the Mate thing now? You seem a little different, bit happier than the other day. You know that there is a whole world out there. Girls will want to have such a strong young Companion, no matter if mate or not. Maybe you shouldn’t just keep yourself for that one.” Gordon pats on Nero’s back as Vida walks around the corner. She will have heard what Gordon has just said. His look quickly flickering towards her as he swallows hard. She smiles at him as she walks into the House.

Morris backs off as I slap his hands. -"Dude, consider yourself lucky if Naomi didn't snip your family jewels off after hearing that. How thickheaded can you get? First and foremost, you never tell a mate that your intimate moment is the best 'sex' you ever had. A mate is meant to be special, not like some other girl you find on the street and have a one-time thing with. Second, how could you bring your dead wife's name, which by the way, wasn't your real mate, while you are in bed with Naomi? You're right, Matt. You screwed up big time."