Frozen Desire: The Rebel's Alien Mate Novels & Stories

--- The bedroom is dark except for moonlight streaming through the window. Cole's hands are on me before the door even closes, pulling me against him with an urgency I haven't felt from him in months. His mouth finds mine, hungry and demanding. This is the mate I remember. The passionate Alpha who once couldn't get enough of me. Except it's not real. It's artificial desire created by powder and liquid poured into his wine. He'll thank me, I tell myself again as he backs me toward the bed. When we have a son. When our family is complete. He'll understand why I had to do this.

Tatiana’s skin touched Ari, and it exploded with tingles. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body was taking over, and it wanted him. His warmth radiated through her and his scent drove her crazy. She cursed under her breath. This fucking bond had her at its mercy. She was made for him. Despite all her defiance toward the fated mates, Ari was intoxicating. His delicious, hard body and soft touches made her want to rip his clothes off and feel his skin next to hers. She fought it with everything she had, but her resistance was crumbling.

Rara fidgeted with her hands, her head hazy as blood rushed through her veins violently. She yearned to immerse herself in his very being, to get lost in his moments of vulnerability. Yearning for a taste of abandon, she wished to be consumed by the intoxication of his scented exhales. Her whole being trembled at the mere thought. Never before had she desired something with such fervor, this man being her ultimate craving. It felt morally wrong, yet she longed to embrace her inner rebel. All for him.

“You’re the colony’s heart now, Nova—forever ours.” The tethers release, dropping me to the floor, trembling, dripping with cum and my own juices. The cameras keep rolling, the hologram projecting my broken form, and as I touch my collar, fingers slick, I feel the network’s pulse in my veins, my purpose redefined. But a new hunger stirs—a flicker of rebellion, a desire to turn their pleasure against them.

It could really be a good idea for two mates who want to depart forever, but the implication was that the rejector would go insane after two weeks. All this was what my grandmother had told me one night under the full moon, and I could vividly remember how I resisted such a fate for myself. I was that girl who admired mates and how they paired, fell deeply in love with each other and bore kids. I wish that for myself every single moment of my life. What the hell is happening to me now? Like, is all this for real? My mate is performing that same ritual to detach me from him. "I, Jace Crown, reject you, Bella Hawkins, as my....

I suggested, hoping to engage in a casual discussion. Taking a seat on the nearby one-seater sofa, I settled in next to Isaac. Baking was a cherished hobby of mine, and I often prepared batches of frozen cookies to have on hand for moments when I didn't feel like cooking. The convenience of having them stored in the freezer allowed me to enjoy freshly baked treats whenever the mood struck.

"For five years, I lived in a frozen cage. I thought the rejection had killed the beast. But you... you didn't just save the world. You woke him up. And he’s starving." He leaned down, his nose grazing the sensitive line of my neck. I felt the sharp prick of his fangs against my skin, not a bite, but a claim. The mate bond, which had been a dull ache for half a decade, erupted into a localized supernova. It wasn't a frequency. It wasn't a vibration. It was a longing so deep it felt like it was written into my very DNA.

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

I inhaled deeply and caught it faintly on the wind that drifted through the chamber’s open windows. Wild jasmine. Winter frost. And something metallic. Steel. “She’s near rogue territory,” I muttered. Selene stiffened. “Then we should eliminate her immediately,” she said. The word eliminate scraped wrong against my nerves. “You will do nothing,” I snapped. Her expression flickered — fear? anger? calculation? The bond pulsed again. Closer now. Not physically. But spiritually. And beneath the surge of Alpha instinct, something else twisted through me. Desire. It was raw and unwelcome. Fifteen years of suppressed mating instinct crashing back all at once.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor