Gift Wrapped My Mate For Her Novels & Stories

Despite looking a bit ridiculous in the picture, the joy on my face is undeniable. "I love this! Thanks, guys," I beam, touched by their thoughtful gesture. Sammie winks at me, while Reese blushes and giggles, making my heart swell. Next up is the gift from Margret, Jackie, Sabrina, and Gramps. I unwrap it to find a mug with the initials M&W, which leaves me a bit puzzled. Sensing my confusion, Margret chuckles.

“Waylen—“ her eyes shone as she examined the dress. “It’s so perfect. I can’t—“ “But this is nothing. Being my personal chef comes with lots of perks and I haven’t even fulfilled any of them but I haven’t forgotten about it. I’m giving this to you, as my mate,” “But Waylen—“ “Don’t protest and just accept it. It’s rude to return a present, right?” “Well, I guess so. Thank you,” she exhaled and opened up the other pair of gifts. I got her a nice lingerie set and a necklace with her name engraved on it,”

While I was lost in thought, Adrian approached me with a red face, holding out a ring set with moonstone. "My lieutenant said this symbolizes the mate bond. I bought you one." I stared blankly at the ring. In my previous life, I had never received such a symbolic gift. When Sophia saw the ring Adrian gave me, her expression changed, and she said pitifully, "What a big moonstone! It's so beautiful… I want one too!" I generously handed the ring to her. "If you like it, you can have it." Adrian's face darkened immediately. "Don't be ridiculous! That's our mate ring!"

It felt like he had met the one person he had been searching for. He shook his head sideways. "No, that can't be right. If really she is somebody I am meant to bond with, or if really she is supposed to be my mate, then my wolf would have announced it to me immediately. I saw her, but nothing like that happened. Which means that she does not belong to me. She is just my slave and someone who I would continue to torment for fun," he thought to himself as he sat down on his bed and continued to reminisce on everything that happened.

Delilah's POV Mateo had been leaving me gifts constantly over the past three weeks. A silver bracelet in my coat pocket last week. A book I'd mentioned wanting on my nightstand. My favorite candy hidden in my training bag. Each gift came with a note, each note made my heart flutter, and each time I found one I fell a little bit harder.

Mom turned to face me once she had set the huge tray on the dining table. I strutted to meet her and kept the gift box on the dining table as I stood between Luis and Liam's dining chairs. "Yes, Mom. I went to see Grandma, and she gave me this present. She said she also fortified it to help me find my real mate, and I am nervous because I don't know if I should wear it to tomorrow's event or on my birthday," I said, as I saw Triple L's eyes fixated on the gift box on the table.

He did this all for me! This is a very special gift I received in my lifetime. Happy tears spurt from my eyes. And I hugged the cube to my heart. He pulled me to a hug and shushed my emotional outburst. I feel so lucky and blessed. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. But I am happy with what I was blessed today. I love my mate very much. And I won't let anything separate us.

If Fate thinks I'm going to beg Rylan all the way into bed, he has another thing coming. Then he holds his hand out to me. "Come on then, I promise you might actually like this gift, and if you don't, your sister probably will." Sighing, I take his hand. This time, his hands are gloriously bare, to the moment my skin touches his, I remember why having a mate is something so many people worship in this Pack. The delightful feeling travels up my and back down my back, making me unintentionally tighten my grip on him as if he might slip away.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, preventing myself from knocking some sense into him. Mateo let his rifle suspend from his shoulder while he removed his wristwatch, murmuring how he had to sacrifice his expensive watch. “I’ll buy you a hundred more,” I said. “This one is a gift!” Mateo whined, taking out the packet the size of a chewing gum we always carried around. It contains Nico’s invention of adhesive material. “You can’t replace the sentimental value.” “Don’t worry,” Nico cut in, “you’ll be amazed at how cool that watch I gave you is.”

'You can't do anything about that,' I shut him up. But I felt what he said. I was jealous of the fact that my mate gave him a gift. I feel like I've been robbed of my important possessions in this situation. My mate can't remember me and she's now belongs to another pack. That's killing me inside. I want to scream that she is mine but I can't. It's like I've been stripped of my rights as a mate and as a best friend.