Game Mati Novels & Stories

"Mate" ***

he seems to be irritated that I even asked, this is ruining my first day and I don’t like it. “You are my mate, but I can’t have a human mate, my Luna cannot be a weak and helpless human. I, alpha London Black reject you, Sandra Williams as my mate and Luna.” I looked at him confused about what was happening, I have a lot of questions but the pain in my chest was making it difficult for me to think about something else.

Nero can’t just nod and walk away from Gordon; he knows him for far too long so will know something is up if he ignores him on the long run. “I will be okay.” He answers abrupt and short unwilling to let anything slip past his lips. “Just tired.” He adds in a bid to make Gordon understand that he isn’t going to stand around for a long conversation. “When are we going to meet your Mate? It is a bit unusual for a proud wolf like you to hide your mate, I am just curious as it has been a while since I have seen you happy and you are clearly bearing her mark.” Gordon refuses to stand down waiting for an answer. A bit shocked Nero turns to looks at him unable to reply right away.

The sight of him knocks the air right out of me. I stare. Frozen. His mouth moves, and his voice echoes through the room. “I am officially putting the Mate Games on hold,” he says. “Effective immediately.” There’s a ripple of gasps and confusion in the bar. Some girl near the front makes a sharp noise, half-disbelief, half-anger. But I barely hear her. I’m too busy watching him.

Fargo asked, awed at Matteo's recklessness. "Is there a reason why I can't?" Matteo asked as he shrugged his shoulders lazily. "Are you worried it's too much and you can't handle it?" He added. "You can leave the table if you want." The other players exchanged glances, intrigued by the unexpected twist. Fargo raised an eyebrow, somehow he found Matteo familiar but couldn't place his hands on where he had seen him. Fargo decided not to let the familiarity of a thing bother his mind, he has a lot going on already and as long as his counterpart brings money to the table, that was all that matters. "Of course you can, anyway you want it, I'm game."

“Delta, bravo, 1, 8, 2, 0, 0, echo, Alpha, beta, Delta.” The response was immediate. “What do you require, my King?” the sexually exaggerated female voice of the computer system said. Tres swiveled in his seat, his mouth agape. “No…” Matt just smiled straight at his brother as he spoke. “Exit game-play and enter into sleep mode.” “Your wish is my command.” The next second, the screens had darkened, and the computer went quiet. “Have a nice night, Matthew.” “You too, darlin’,” Matt spoke. The arrogant grin never left his

Gulf startled and said "Huh!!" Mew said, "You are coming with me." Gulf argued "You said you guys having meeting? Na." Mew explained "That's what I am telling. it's already late. come fast." Gulf didn't gave up continue argued: "But why me??" Mew got ran out of patience and said "Don't you see all here with their Luna??" Gulf got confused and said, "But." Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate"

"I thought about that but I'd have to know what the games are beforehand and my father isn't giving any details away. I haven't even found anything about the games in his journals or on his laptop. He probably assumed the Alphas would do anything to win so he's keeping all his plans safely away from them, or anyone else who comes snooping around for that matter." "He knows his daughter well enough to know that he has to keep his plans for the games away from her," Denver pointed out with a chuckle as he nudged his shoulder playfully into mine. "What if one of them happens to be our mate?" Lex piped in my head, yipping excitedly at the thought. "You heard what Ma said. There's probably a less

The second our palms meet, it’s like touching a live wire. A jolt of pure, electric heat shoots up my arm and slams straight into my chest. My breath hitches. His fingers tighten, pulling me a bit closer. His eyes darken until the blue is almost gone, his pupils blowing wide. It’s the mate bond. Primal, terrifying, and unmistakable. My body reacts before I can stop it—a surge of protective, maternal grief for the baby from my past life mixes with the sudden, violent want for the man standing in front of me.

Gana pouted. "I don't think that's our business, right?" I said, and Gana rolled her eyes, and we all laughed at her words. "What if someone like him is your mate?" Jess laughed, pointing at me. "HE ISN'T! You know I can't find a mate here; you know that." "The chance of us finding our mate is about eighty-seven percent, so why do you think you wouldn't get yours?" Gana asked. "Can we not talk about it?" I knew they were talking with me because of Jess, and I didn't want them to look down on me even more.