Forbidden Mate Novels & Stories

I was mortified. I closed my eyes and I recalled his words from last night. He continues to claim I was his mate. I didn't want to suffer for it when he would later realize that this was somehow a mistake made somewhere. I, the girl with no wolf and only a curse hanging above my head and body could not be mate's with the King and ultimate leader of our kind. I was afraid to upset him by arguing about the matehood. “What would people say?" I breathed, still unable to look at him.

“Weak. Powerless. I didn’t ask to be his mate. I didn’t ask for any of this!” His expression softened. “You’re not nothing. If you were, he wouldn’t be afraid of you.” I blinked back tears. “Afraid of me?” “You carry something he can’t control,” Rowan said. “You’re his mate. That bond makes you dangerous in ways he can’t admit.” I covered my face. I didn’t want to cry, but the tears came anyway. Rowan sat beside me, silent. After a while, I took a shaky breath. “I’m Maya.”

And now, something was wrong—terribly wrong. It felt like my body was rejecting everything else but him. “Get him to the couch,” someone else said, more urgent this time. I was being lifted, carried, but it felt like floating through fog. My skin burned. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My wolf scratched beneath my skin, restless and angry. I’d heard about this. The mate bond reacting violently when ignored—when one mate pulled away or denied the connection. But why now? Why this sudden crash? Unless…

“You’ve done that all on your own.” Marcus moved. Slow. Controlled. Dangerous. “You will explain,” he said. Not asked. Ordered. Xander didn’t hesitate. “She’s my mate.” Silence. Complete. Total. Carolina felt the words hit her like a physical force. Mate. Spoken out loud. In front of everyone. There was no taking that back. The bond surged—stronger than ever before. The pack erupted. “No—” “That’s not possible—” “She’s not—”

It looked really nice. “You know that answer," she shrugged again. “Unlike you, my mate didn't want me and denied me," I gasped. “What?" “In our pack, if one mate doesn't want the other mate, the unwanted mate would be banished, unless you have a family to go back to. In my case, my parents were long gone," “That's so cruel of them," She raised a brow at me. “I'm sorry," I said. “That must have been tough for you to let out,"

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,"

All have some wrinkles but are still built like body-builders. “First law up for discussion presents as follows.” “A fated mate can be rejected if a chosen one has already been marked. If a chosen has not been marked, the fated mate must be accepted” “The proposed new law reads as follows.” “A chosen mate cannot be marked unless a fated mate has been killed or been rejected”

Tingles shot through my body and made their way straight toward my rares. Part of me knew exactly what she was trying to tell me. But the other part didn't want me to believe it. “There is no way. Noah was my mate. And he rejected me. That means I can only get a chosen mate.” I tried to argue with her. But I didn't realize that I was talking out loud. Loid heard me loud and clear. His hand wrapped around my neck and he cut my pipe.

Serenia knows better than anyone that even if it is Savea he chooses, she won’t truly be his mate, neither Rune nor Serenia have one now. Once you reject your mate, you are sacrificing your chance to ever have one. No one who has ever rejected their first mate has been granted a second one, and the relationships they form after are usually with those who have lost their mate or rejected theirs the same, the bond never truly existing but both accepting the other regardless.

“Our instincts would never allow for such a thing. If the moon goddess granted someone a second mate, that mate should be accepted. Rejecting a mate is not always possible. Not a true mate, anyway. One has to have enough foundations and a good enough explanation to present to the moon goddess. It is very rare.” “What if he has a good explanation?” I asked. “Which is?” she asked curiously. “I would love to know.” “The death of the first mate.” “That is not an excuse. One cannot have two mates, so the first mate would have to die in order for the second mate to be given. That is the rule, so if cannot be an excuse.”