Hated By My Mate Novels & Stories

The last voice I wanted to hear around me was that very word: MATE. That damn word! ‘Will you shut the fuck off!’ I angrily yelled with all my might. Mate? I scoffed, broken down in mental sorrow. There's nothing like a mate in our lives anymore. We're just some dumped bag of shit that isn't wanted around the vicinity of everyone.

The word I know I would never have say to him, and the word I wouldn’t even call him, But I did call him. “Mate!”. I said and I saw him shake his head in a disgusting way and I could see his eyes grow cold with either hate or so ,I couldn’t tell. “You’re not my mate and can never be my mate”. He spat out coldly in distaste with a burning rage that suddenly surged through him like wildfire. I could feel how hurt he was to see me as he scanned me from head to toe in a disgusting way that got me looking at him quizzically.

Trapped at my mate’s mercy. Never in a million years had I ever imagined my life taking a turn like this. Never did I ever imagine my fated mate hating me with fervent passion. Never did I ever imagine my mate to be so malicious and vengeful to purposefully go out of his way to hurt and torture me. Never did I ever imagine my mate to be a monster.

Yet her words intimidate me… She will reject Tate. She will reject her mate. My friend. If we attack or hurt Damien. I hate him. I want him dead. My family want him dead. But I do not want my friend suffering because of our actions. Tate and I may clash at times. Fall out, argue and even hate one another too in moments of frustration, but he was my closest friend. Had been since we were young boys. We have been through thick and thin together. Always there for another. I could not let him lose his mate.

Introducing her to my mate might hurt her feelings a bit, but it was the only sure way to get her off my back and accept once and for all that I wasn't interested in her. She did seem okay when she greeted Ivanna. She seemed friendly enough. But I could see the hate in her eyes. I could smell it. No matter how angry she was, I hoped she knew better than hurting Ivanna. I wouldn't spare her if she did. I wouldn't spare anyone who hurt my mate, no matter who that person was. After our brief chat with her, I took my mate to go greet my mother. I never expected her to compliment my mother so sweetly.

Mew sighed and said "Good, then you better know my situation.. I.." The confused boy cut the sentence of older. He didn't want to hear further, that painful words from his mate's mouth"Rejection" so he continued. "Sorry for cutting you, I know how painful be losing your mate because I suffered a lot for last two years. When I turned for first time. I had indescribable pain, already my body pained with the new formation, my heart ached much more, then one day I get to know my mate was already dead. Even, I lived with all suffering, some months ago, everthing went away, when I decided to kill myself. So I know, how do you feel now and I won't force you to accept me. But.."

He is my mate? “Zelix?” I whispered. “Willow, long time no see.” he said coldly. “Y-You’re my mate?” I uttered unbelievably. “Mate? You are not my mate, you are my rival. Mate is fucking useless. I don’t believe in such things.” he said while smirking. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. He walked towards me and I stepped backward, but he quickly grabbed the collar of my shirt and choked my neck. My eyes widened at the sudden action.

’’ He replied me and then, freed me. He left shortly after for football practice and I released a breath that I had been holding, I did not like the way that I was scared of him, he was my mate for crying out but yet, the mate bond did not move him to show a bit of love, every time that I looked into his green orbs, I see nothing but hatred in them and it hurts and haunts me badly. I have been nothing but good to people even with the way, I have maltreated, I thought that good things happen to good people but that was a big fat lie from the pit of hell, I did not even have a chance at love at all.

I failed on so many levels and I was failed by my mate. I gave up. I threw the blood-soaked sponge on the floor and said in a calm, steady voice, "I never go to parties or balls because I have never been invited in the first place. Also, I've been too busy folding napkins and giving another woman my blood." I had never spoken so many words in a sentence to my mate. My voice was still quiet, but I managed to make my message clear. Lucas had an incredible look on his face. For the first time in his life, he managed to really see me.

I clenched my fists, trembling with anger. “I-I hate you,” I spat, my voice cracking. “And I hope karma gets both of you for what you’ve done!” Lance’s glare was a warning, but I didn’t care anymore. I pushed myself off the ground, ignoring the whispers and judging stares from the pack. “What a weak mate,” someone sneered. “She’s not fit to be our Luna.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I shoved past wolves whose eyes were full of either disgust or pity, their whispers crawling over my skin like poison.