Forsaken Mate Novels & Stories

Now is not the time to quarrel. He kept quiet thinking about what I had just said. “Please, we love them not to care”. He is the only one I trust to be on my side for now. He might be older than me, but at least our mates are best friends. “I don’t know what happened to my first mate there, she disappeared without any traces. Now that the moon goddess pitied me and gave me my second chance to mate, you want me to take her to that life,” he lamented.

But because his touch sent a wave of warmth through me, comforting me in a way no one else could. I was weakened. In fact, I wasn’t just afraid of losing him, I was afraid of what would happen if he does, if he doesn't make it back from the war. The Mate bond was sacred and could only be broken by Rejection or Death. If he died… I wasn’t sure If I would survive the pain. My hands shook as they slid across his chest. His heart beat steadily, in time with mine. “We were meant for each other for a reason,” I said.

"You've already mated with her. Backing out now will start a war between our packs!" I froze. He was right. I had mated with Ravenna. I’d sworn an oath before everyone, witnessed by the Moon Goddess. If I chased after Ember now, I would be betraying them all. But… I remembered that soul-crushing pain. That was Ember's pain from the brand. And I was about to mark another woman. "Which way did she go?" I asked, my voice hoarse. Marcus hesitated. "North… towards the No-Man's-Land."

a single word. It was soft, instinctive. but devastating. “Mate.” The world shattered... no my world shattered. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t hear. All I could feel was something inside me breaking... clean, violent, final. Mate. Not me. Not just me. My gaze snapped back to Lucen. No. No. This wasn’t... This couldn’t—But I knew. Everyone knew... because in our world, there was only one explanation. Fated mate. My fingers trembled at my side and my chest felt hollow... like something had been ripped out of it. ”We wouldn’t lose him,” Noom whispered—but this time, even he sounded uncertain.

So, she politely excused herself. Alpha Dane set up interviews for the patrols that found the individual that died as well as family members for that afternoon. Canon’s mate didn’t show up. Nor any of the patrol from her pack. Dane didn’t find it weird; he spent a week questioning them. Luna Marquee said, he interrogated them, not question them. He was cruel, even to Canon’s mate. Marquee was surprised she came to the funeral. Dane growled at her, that Canon’s mate wasn’t marked, and it had been two weeks since they found each other. That in its self was reason to interrogate her!

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

Jeremiah asked with a teasing tone. “Well, yes I have, Jeremiah…” Engram's expression suddenly turned somber, “I’m a mateless wolf because my parents were not a soulmate… but still, I always dreaming that someday I could find the one who can complete me…” It melted Jeremiah’s heart to hear Engram’s confession. “Don't worry, I am sure you will find someone.” Jeremiah genuinely felt sorry for the prince. ‘After he cut the bond with his mate, he also would become mateless, just like me…’

I mean I never lose focus while fighting and yet one look at her made me lose all my focus and concentration from the fight and she used the opportunity to make me fall down until I didn't give up. Though I never lost a fight in my life, I was not angry at losing this fight. I could give up everything just to get her back, get her to forgive me and be mine. Because of my greed to expand my territory and gain more power I might lose my mate. And losing one's mate means losing oneself, losing my wolf (A wolf gets depressed and sad when not near or if rejected by its mate making the wolf to eventually loss connection with their humans and in worst cases the wolf dies)

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

I hate having us covering our claiming marks, but soon enough we won’t have to. “How did I get so lucky to have you as my mate? I’m a rogue slave and looked at as forsaken by the moon goddess.” Nadia’s voice is quiet. “I don’t believe rogues are forsaken by the moon goddess. The only way someone is forsaken by her is if they break her laws.” I reply. “Like someone rejecting their fated mate?” “Yes, like that. Now, we should eat lunch and get back to work before I get tempted to fuck you over my desk.”