Novel & Cerita Forsaken Mate

"A mate is a piece of your soul you need to survive once identified. It becomes a need, a want, a necessity. Try as you might, you can avoid it as much as you want, but unless you are heartless or you reject the bond, you will always gravitate towards them. Your mate is your soul, the other part that magnets the one in you towards it to complete it. As long as you are not consumed by darkness, it's inevitable. Do you understand this, my flower?"

She tries to wriggle free of me, but she's not strong enough for that and realizes that quickly. "If you're leaving the fucking pack, I need to know," I let her know, not backing down, "You're my mate, whether you like it or not. That stupid breakup last night doesn't mean shit, it was just another fight like the ones we have every time we're face to face. There's still a fated bond between us. As much as we both hate each other, we also love each other and that's inevitable. So I have to know where you are at all times. That’s my right.”

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."

"But sometimes we have no say in what happens to us. I ought to be with you. Future is what it is. I won't stand by while my pack falls apart, but I came here not to compel you. We must bring our work to completion. His comments sliced right through me, but there was something else in his voice—a vulnerability I wasn't prepared for. My chest tightened, and I battled to keep onto my emotions by swallowing hard. Though I had been led through this twisted game of fate and gone through so much, his presence was clear-cut. The conFlict between us, the draw—God, it was difficult to forget. "I never asked for this," I murmured, my voice faltering despite my best attempts to contain it. "I never wan

Blood, betrayal, a baby born of two powerful lines, hidden away, marked by fate. Marked to be cursed. “You were born under the Rift’s shadow,” a voice said behind me. Not my parents this time, but the pale figure from the forest. Kai. “You weren’t just fated to a mate,” he said slowly. “You were cursed to destroy him… or save him.” “What… what do you mean?” I gasped, clutching my head as the pain grew worse. “You are the cursed mate,” Kai whispered. “Chosen by power, not love. Your bond to Finnick was never meant to be easy. It was meant to break you… or remake you.”

spilled water all over my laptop, I couldn't bring myself to say one harsh word to her. The day we got together, she wrapped her arms around my waist and promised me, "Tristan, we'll have countless years ahead of us." Everything ended when Brad came back. Her attention began drifting away on our dates, and the vanilla perfume I knew by heart was tainted by the woody cologne he wore. When he posted, "In a relationship, the unloved one becomes the real outsider," she echoed him by posting, "Just wanna spend the rest of my years with the man I love."

“I did. But ‘mates’ are something else entirely. Mates are two wolves chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to be together. They have...a special connection. A bond. Their wolves are also bonded. Again, it’s not something that a human can understand.” “So your husband wasn’t your mate?” I asked, even though the words sounded ridiculous to me. I had to question my mother’s sanity for a moment, but I decided to suspend my disbelief and just listen. “He wasn’t. But I found my mate. He was the Beta’s son in Sunstorm. He was...gorgeous. He felt the mate bond instantly, and then we fell in love. We...had an affair. A long one. I knew it wasn’t right, but I was so in love that I didn’t care. Anyway, t

He was drowning in anger and despair. He was always the one who wanted us to find our mate. He was the one who was holding onto hope that Alpha Rowan’s daughter wasn’t the only one for us. I was always a bit more reserved when it came to the mate bond. I didn’t care for it as much as he did. I made peace with the fact our mate died a long time ago and I didn’t care to find another one. I could fuck whoever I wanted to fuck and that was enough for me.

Barbara My life was always meticulously planned out from the moment I understood what a mate was. I envisioned a future filled with happiness, love, and companionship. However, unlike many, my story didn't end with that fairytale ending. When I finally met my fated mate, it was an overwhelmingly blissful experience—something I had dreamed of for years. Yet, as the seasons changed and time went on, my happiness began to fade. My mate, once so deeply connected to me, eventually grew distant and no longer desired my presence. One day, he left everything behind—me and our two children—for someone else, abandoning the life we had built together and leaving me to pick up the pieces of a shattered

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.”