Forsaken Mate Novels & Stories

With determination kindled, she vowed to one day return it to him, when the opportune moment would grace their paths once more. Her father, sensing her turmoil, offers a reassuring perspective. "If he let you have it, it means he trusts and cares about you a lot." Astrid seizes the moment to seek clarity, her curiosity unabated. "May I ask, Dad, what does 'mate' mean?" Her father's gaze softens as he explains, "In the realm of the supernatural, a mate is a werewolf's beloved spouse, handpicked by the kind-hearted moon goddess herself as their everlasting soulmate."

*Kael* Lilac. Lilac Hirav Aspen. My wife and my fucking Fated. Mates are a figment of our imagination, they do not exist or so I thought. My mother thought she had found her Fated with my father, well that was until he accused of her of treason and killed her, bringing in his mistress and his fucked up children. But still, I can't deny it.. The beastly part of me keeps crawling to set free. She is my Fated, I can feel it like the thrumming of blood in my veins. I had known since the first day I had met her.. Dressed in that goddamned wedding dress and a veil over her face, and then when I pulled it off, I could feel my breath constrict and my heart fucking raced. The banging in my head persi

Reluctantly, I approached him, facing the expectant onlookers. His gaze, filled with repulsive arrogance and lust, met mine. Summoning all my courage, I spoke firmly. "I, Lyra Sabastian of Wildfire pack, reject you, Maximus Orion of Fable pack, as my mate,". My words echoed through the crowd, sending shockwaves not only through them but through myself as well.

“Send in Eden.” His balls were still aching for release, even now. He’d never had a type before, but Amira called to him like that of a siren, and he almost fell for it. Although she was a rogue and a leader of the rebels, he couldn't deny Amira was something else. Rhys despised her for it. He despised his thoughts towards her. It was just the lingering tendrils of affection he barely felt from the mate bond that never was. Baltir remained seated a moment longer, staring at him in disbelief. He shouldn't. Sure, he found his 'mate'. That didn't mean shit. Not now. Not ever.

I have not considered anyone more than a friend since Seb. Seb was my mate, my fated mate. I lost him and the pain from that has never gone away. I am not sure it ever will. I can’t ever imagine giving myself to someone else. I was his. Fated to him. Meant for him and nobody else. I loved him like nothing I can describe. It broke me when I felt the bond with him snap when those rogues killed him. I still chat to him, still keep his memories close. He will always be my mate. Leaving Crimson Night Pack had been hard as it meant leaving part of me behind. I was leaving behind my mate. He is buried there.

Chace said "But they were Mates," I replied "They were not Fated Mates, Justina. They were chosen mates," Chace replied, shocking me. Then I thought about it. Normally when someone loses their Mate, they are very sad and don't want to be around anyone. The pain they feel from losing their Mate can kill them, or they can become crazy from losing their Mate, but Luna Greta seems fine. In fact, she seems to be happier than when Alpha Max was alive.

“Mate.” The word is a curse. Four letters that sour on my tongue even as my wolf stirs, begging me to say it back. But I can’t. Not after everything. Not after Braden. The moment I heard what happened to me because of my first mate, I swore I would never let myself be vulnerable again. Even if I wanted to—if I let myself believe that nagging voice in the back of my head whispering that this time it could be different—I can’t. I don’t even have my canines to mark him. Braden stole them from me. What kind of mate can I be when I can’t even claim him? What kind of hybrid wolf has no teeth?

On my duty. But the idea of her not being here, of her being out of my reach…it was unbearable. The mate bond was supposed to be a blessing, a connection that strengthened both halves of a pair. For me, it felt like a curse. A constant, gnawing reminder of what I couldn’t have, of what I shouldn’t want. Not when I hadn’t appeased the ghost that haunted my past.

Not ever. “No, Brooke, you were my fated mate. Were. As in not any longer. I rejected you. You know, like kicked you to the curb? The moment I knew you had allowed another man to touch you when you were mine. That changed the way I looked at you instantly. And yes, of course, I was happy to have met my fated mate. That is how matebonds are supposed to work. It is just a shame you did not respect the matebond in quite the same way, isn’t it? Allowing any old dick near you. So willing to betray our bond, our trust. Why would I ever want that back?”

“But the mate bond is there and there is nothing anyone can do about it. We are destined to be with each ot—” “Enough,” he cut me off. He was hyperventilating, almost panicking. “It is sad that I have to do this now. I, Malakai Ravenscroft of the Seven Isles, reject you as my mate and my soulmate.” I felt the mate bond snap, and the pain was worse than anything I had ever felt before. Not even when Alex had rejected me a day ago. I let out a cry as I clutched my chest, feeling the stabbing pain, but there was nothing I could do. It was over. My mate did not want me, and neither did my second chance mate. I swallowed as I moved away from him, bringing up my clothes to cover my exposed skin.