Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Has A Possessive Mate

“If this bastard gets his paws on me, I’ll cut off his cock myself and feed it to the pigs... make no mistake about it, darling.” I heard his breathing calmly, and I could sense, through the mate bond, that he and his emotions were in line. Harry took me to the car they were in and sat with me in the back, while his beta drove. He sat me on his lap, and I understood it was no longer enough to pretend to be asleep. So, without warning, I opened my eyes and stared at him. He started but said nothing. We looked at each other for a few seconds until I said to him, “Will you leave me in the seat? Or will you continue to hold me like I’m a doll?”

Alastor bit his lower lip, guilty, “W-Whatever, man. Just… just put my shoulder back in place right now!” “What? Why?” "Just be quick about it!" Harry looked mildly concerned as Sean swore under his breath and tried to right Alastor's shoulder back properly. “You... hey Al, you're not seriously planning to follow her, right?” Wrong question, Alastor snarled, “I just fucking found my mate Harry and now she's gone, gods fucking damn it, I will follow her to the ends of Tartarus if it means I'll have her back with me! She's mine–!”

I whisper to him, and he huffs through his teeth before he sidesteps me to face Lauren. "Why are you covering up for your father? He got you into this mess; reveal his location and redeem yourself," Harry tells her in a soft tone, and a sneer forms on my lips. I know he's only talking to her like that and in that tone to gain information from her, but I don't know why I'm getting overly jealous about it. Maybe it's because seeing them together always reminds me that she was once his mate. Even though Harry claims that he never felt any emotion for her and that they never did anything together, the burning jealousy is still there.

He had been a possessive lover. And yes, how he had loved me—with a ferocity that was both terrifying and intoxicating. "No," I said firmly, more to myself than to Harper. "I don't have a mate." Harper sighed, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "You can't deny the mating bond forever, Stell." "Watch me," I muttered.

"Yes. Mates are predestined lovers created by the Goddess Selene for wolves and vampires. We have predestined mates as well?" Harry's smile widens. "No. But you both are descendants from royal lines- you are obligated to mate." Selene scoffs. "So, I am merely a prize? What happens if I say no?" Harry's smile transforms into a sinister smirk. "You have no choice! You will submit or..." he leans further in, "... I will destroy you. Wonder how Morgan or Nathaniel will look with whip lashes over their skin?"

"Don't you see? If I mark her, if I complete the bond, I'm binding her to me forever. Taking away her choice. Making her mine whether she wants to be or not." "Isn't that what you want?" "Yes. No. I don't know!" Frustration boiled over. "I want her. Want her so badly it's destroying me. But I also know what I am. What I've done. The hybrids I've killed, the pain I've caused people just like her. How can I mark her? How can I claim her as mine when I'm the very thing she should hate?" "Because you're her mate," Harry said simply. "Because fate chose you for her despite everything. That has to mean something."

she breathed, tears filling her eyes; I couldn’t seem to stop glaring at her, but I also knew Anila was hurting and she needed someone to comfort her. Harley was no good because he was in his bear form and I’m pretty sure he lost control of himself. He was stuck in his bear form until he calmed down. I had a feeling the only one who could calm him down was his mate, which happened to be my mate. If I could even call her my mate; I had no idea for a long time that witches and wizards could have mates, but I had been proven wrong. After doing much research in the library, I’ve come across quite a few readings that explained that witches and wizards can have mates and it wasn’t unusual for them

I finally called out, even as I didn't want to disturb Harry's time with Aiden. One would have thought Harry was Aiden's father as they bonded so well, and I had seen Aiden smiling whenever he was with Harry and training with Harry, but Aiden was mostly aloof with me and Luna. Maybe because he knew I took his mother away from her kingdom and turned her into my mate against her will. But I couldn't let Luna go. She belongs to me now, whether she likes it or not. Luna is my mate, and she isn't escaping anywhere. Not under my watch.

he says, raising his right brow. “I dont know. Okay” I turn away from him, stabbing the cherry tomato inside my plate. “It’s… It’s… Okay fine.” I turn his way squaring my shoulders to add a tone of coldness to my words. “You remember we got enticed by her scent, then went all possessive, territorial if I may use the word stupid over her. Something that happens only when you are mates. Turns out she isn't our… I mean neither mine nor your mate.” I know this wasn't an answer to his question yet I seem to have distracted him enough from the same.

Unfortunately, there must have been an unpleasant history between werewolves and witches. As the night fell, Lora's fever gradually subsided. Harvey felt a little relieved, yet mesmerized as he gazed at Lora's face. His desire began to rise; it had been a long time since he had impregnated someone. His cheeks felt warm, and something in his body hardened. He immediately pinned Lora's body, but the girl woke up and refused. She was afraid that this action would be dangerous in the future. Harvey already had a mate, and it was uncertain whether his mate was Lora. "You have a mate in the future, only one, and I'm sure that woman is not me because a slave cannot be a prince's companion."