Romans & histoires Forsaken Mate

"Enough riddles. Speak plainly." The figure nodded, their eyes filled with an unsettling mix of solemnity and urgency. "You are not the only ones seeking the truth of fated mates. The malevolent force that has awakened is drawn to the power within your bond, and it seeks to exploit it for its own malevolent purposes." My heart raced as the implications of the stranger's words settled upon us. The sanctuary we had once thought to be a refuge now held the very danger we sought to escape. Before we could press for more information, the figure vanished into the shadows, leaving us with a sense of foreboding and uncertainty.

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

Athena What. The. Fuck??? My legs trembled like soggy noodles, and I couldn't believe my eyes—my mate was standing right across me. Every other person faded into the background, and I was frozen in place, unable to speak or move. I'd always been told that, as a chosen wolf and an eclectic witch, having a mate was forbidden. The moon goddess wasn't even supposed to grant me one. All my life, Mom had trained me to believe that being single wasn't a death sentence and she always said I could be single and fulfilled.

She felt really sad, realizing that her dreams for the future were gone because of her duty. Looking at the moonlit forest around her home, the familiar trees felt strange. Their shadows seemed to tell her ancient secrets and warn her about a path she had to take now. Turning back to her dad, her voice shook with both defiance and sadness. “But Father, what about what I want? What about love? What if he isn't my mate?” Her words hung in the night air, a fragile plea.

I guess I could probably guess where this story was going. "He couldn't abandon his duty neither could he abandon his love, so do you know what he did?" She asked with curled lips. I knew she didn't need me to answer but the way she looked at me I felt obligated to answer. "What did he do?" "Well, he married his chosen mate of pure blood and kept his forsaken as a mistress you see." She sighed. "His mate did everything possible to get his love and attention but his heart was swayed by his love for his forsaken. His mate failed to produce an heir during the first four years of their mate bond so she was deemed useless and was cast aside. The forsaken on the other hand had a son but due to the

GRAY “What do you mean by that?” My voice cracked before I could even steady it. My chest tightened, “My dad was your real mate?” I stared at Martha, my face twisting in shock. My mind reeled so violently that I felt dizzy. My family… gods, my family really did have a talent for burying secrets. And this one was worse than all the others. Martha’s blind eyes seemed to lock on me, though they couldn’t. Her lips trembled as she spoke with a mixture of defiance and sorrow. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice carrying centuries of pain in just one word. “That’s right. We were fated mates.”

So much has gone wrong between my mate and me. So much that I have to fix. Too many troubles between us. Too many troubles in her life. Fucking annoying how my misery has a connection with her. Because I'm fated to her, our bond drew her closer to that strange beast. The beast the Oracle called my long lost brother. My Mate is already paying a crazy price for something she knows nothing about. That beast raped her all because of a stupid bond. Her Father married her off to an old cock not minding what she wanted.

Fenris Perspective The stench of this place is overpowering. Thick rot, industrial waste, and rusted metal burn my sinuses, but beneath it all, something miraculous happens. As I tear through the labyrinth of abandoned warehouses, I feel it, a faint, desperate tug in the center of my chest. The mate bond. It’s weak, suffocating under whatever poison they've pumped into her, but the sheer physical proximity of her soul is trying to stitch it back together.

Yeah she was right enough to say or feel however she did or felt. She was well within her rights to do such. We had this unmistakable bond for each other It was the mate bond, and each and every minute or second I spent with her always felt like the best. Just so unfortunate that we hadn't yet come across each other way earlier until now that it had to cost us almost a fortune and a good legacy. “ I'm leaving. Do whatever you have to do to make sure you control all of this shit. I'll be leaving you as soon as possible, we were never married so the divorce shouldn't scare you probably.

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th