Forsaken Mate Novels & Stories

I press call and take a breath as the call connects. “Hello, son. What do you want?” I growl out at her tone. “Mother, I need your help.” I tell her, and she chuckles. “Mate problems? Bring Jennifer to me and we can sort this out.” “No, Jennifer isn’t my mate, mom. Just shut up and listen to me. The bond was fabricated. Her sister Marissa is my fated mate, not Jennifer. Mom, I need your help. Send me the guards and I will do the rest.”

Anastasia's POV "Is she bluffing??! There is no information about rejected mates in the books I've seen. And what does she mean already rejected two? Mates are said to be extremely hard to come by!" I frustratingly pull my hair as I pace back in forth in my room. "But Rozen said that mates are a bond of forever right? So how can it be rejected? No... do I actually trust the words of that fake b*tch?" I continued to anxiously pace around the room. I don't even know nor do I understand why I am currently reacting like this. This whole overreaction isn't like me! No, actually all of these emotions whirling and causing havoc inside me are not like me at all!

“Nine years ago, under a crescent moon like this, I lost my fated mate, her name was Micheala, she was everything to me, the stoke to my fire. So when I lost her, it shattered me and I cried to Selene that night, in true pain and deep sorrow. “I prayed I would find another one, to love me as my dead mate did, to guide my unsteady head and temper my rage and that night and every other night since, you come to me in my dream, beautiful as a goddess, radiant as the sun and you whisper this word to me, right before I wake up. ‘Mate’.” Leila squints at him and scoffs, a foreboding feeling growing in her chest. She should really get going. She hasn’t even rejected Tatum yet and this man is claimin

I think it's weird how the Moon Goddess paired me, a beta, with an omega, and yet, despite my higher rank, he treats me with contempt. Upon my mate knocking on my door, my memories of Alpha Dominic seemingly became vague to me, the one I thought would be mine. His rejection had shattered me, especially when he found Freya, his true mate but now it felt like nothing. But now, my own mate looks down on me for being the Alpha's discarded lover as he would call me, a stigma he can't seem to let go of even though I've made it clear multiple times that Alpha Dominic and I were never intimate.

His mate. The word triggered a fresh tsunami of anguish that finally punched past the clawing knot of shock and disbelief tangling my words. "Mate? Y-you said I was...that we were..." But Seraphina cut me off with a jeering scoff. "Oh sweetie, we all knew our Damien would never mate with something as pathetic and sad as you." Her dagger-tipped fingers traced patterns across his sculpted chest in a blatant claim of possession. "Me and Damien are mates, fated mates. So run along home to whatever den your father begrudgingly allows you, and leave the soon to be alpha to his real mate."

'Mate,' Felicia whispered. My heart sank into a sea of conflicting emotions as the truth dawned on me. Garrick, the object of my long-held affections, was indeed my destined mate. The moon goddess had, in her infinite wisdom, answered my prayers. Yet, in that moment of revelation, I found myself paralysed with uncertainty, retreating further behind the trees. A torrent of questions flooded my mind: Would he accept me? Could he, the admired and desired, possibly embrace someone like me as his mate?

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

The sheer force of his grief shattered every glass object in the funeral hall. Above it all, I floated, weightless in the glow of the moonlight. I looked down at my fading form. My once-solid claws had nearly disappeared. By the laws of our kind, those who died betrayed by their mates would never ascend to the Moon Goddess. Instead, they would become nothing but scattered dust in the moonlight. Forever trapped where they had perished. On the ground below, Sophia had collapsed, trembling violently. And the pack? They bared their fangs at her.

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. My mother finally turned to me, her expression hard and unyielding. “When you’re done playing your games, remember we’re visiting your Luna’s family tomorrow evening. Don’t embarrass me.” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Noted,” I said. Left alone, I turned back to the city, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. I hated the idea of a mate bond. Love was a weakness, a distraction I couldn’t afford. But even as I tried to push it aside, curiosity crept in.

Marcus frowned. The words former mate sounded strange in his ears, like a language he had not yet learned to speak. They felt foreign and wrong, as though someone had applied a label to a thing that defied simple categorization. She had been his mate for seventeen years. She had been his Luna. She had been the woman who stood beside him at every pack gathering, who smiled at allies and faced enemies with equal composure, who had shared his bed and his burdens and his silence. Could all of that truly be reduced to two words? Former mate. It sounded like a dismissal. It sounded like an erasure. "Yes."