Forsaken Mate Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you feel the mate pull?” “The… the mate pull?” My heart stumbled. “Then that would mean—” “Yes,” he said softly. “We’re fated mates.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The words sank in slowly, their meaning almost impossible to process. Fated mates. The concept was nearly mythical now, a legend more than a reality. It was said that a long time ago, the moon goddess stopped binding souls due to the overwhelming rejection rate.

she says franticly. " Did you forget what happens with our kind when we find our mate's, if our kind doesn't solidify the bond or reject them," she yells at me. Sitting there I try to filter through all of what our mother had told us about mates. But nothing is screaming at me to justify the way Rosalyna is acting. Then suddenly like a dark cloud covering the sun. The words mate and curse appear in my head hearing our mother's sweet voice say " Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay."

Her eyes shedding streams of tears and my beast howled in my head, “stop our MATE, GET OUR MATE.” The scent of sweet peaches and cream swirled around me and before I could move her words floated to my ears, her voice was sobs and just above a whisper, “you broke your promise and now I must leave you.” The portal behind her opened and I lunged yelling out her name, “Whisper,” and she vanished as she backstepped into the portal. I fell to my knees in anguish, my destined mate was gone, why, I told her I’d be right back.”

he paused, it was like almost like he was unsure or contemplating if he should tell me or not. "Except what?" I asked again, again with fucking questions, don't I know anything again. "Except it is a fated mate," he replied. I don't want to answer, I don't want to ask, I don't want to pretend, but What the fuck is a fated mate? I am sure Caleb must have picked it up because he continued. "A fated mate is that mate that can't be replace, it is that person only for the other person. So if both fated don't find themselves they would get to lose their wolf,"

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.

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.”

"Just two years ago I met my mate, do you know what a mate is?" "Yes I think so, it is your other half?" "Basically yes and that connection is so strong that when you loose your mate especially if you have completed the mark you loose most of yourself and your in pain every day." Loose your mate Oh... she must have lost her mate that is why she is the sacrifice, she wants to be so she can go to her mate. My face must have showed my sorrow for her as she says

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."

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.

The old woman sighed, she knew she would have to do quite a lot of explaining to make Kira understand that fate always has a purpose. "The moon goddess knows what's best dear and every decision that may seem unreasonable to you has its benefits in the future." She stated firmly. Kira scoffed, "If I may ask, define the future benefit for me cause at this point, I don't understand the future you all keep referring to! Just how does being mates with my rival make things good for the future?" She questioned aggressively, clearly unable to comprehend the words of the old woman. "As far as I know, mates are rarely ever people we know or like. One of the many purposes of having a mate is to find a