Hated By My Mate Novels & Stories

I asked clearly angry at his statement. “Selena, my duty is to protect my pack and as well as you okay. You are my mate and do you know how I would feel if anything happened to you?” He asked. “Thrilled?” I said back. “Is that what you think?” He asked. “It obvious you hate me as much as I hate you. I mean you told Muna that I am an arrogant, selfish and blunt mate and you wished I wasn’t mated to you.” I revealed. His expression turned grim as he realized the damage he’d done.

So why was I so affected by it all? Because we were mates? Maybe? Definitely? But then why did it feel like it was something else entirely? I couldn’t even bring myself to open up to Emorie about any of it—not the mate thing nor what I saw—and she had been nothing but absolutely wonderful since I arrived. But after the fiasco at the auditorium, all I wanted to do was get out of there. And in between getting acquainted with the dorms and settling into my room, I just never had the chance.

Ava POV I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my mate, I hate everything, I hate everyone. I hate myself for being the cause of everything, I hate my life for not choosing to be normal and instead caught up in some twisted supernatural series, I hate my mate for taking away everyone I love, I hate everything for not being in my favor for once, I hate everyone because I’m not like them; because I’m not normal like them. I really hate my mate but still he knows what to do to me whenever I’m sad, I get to see his soft other side I always wish for whenever I’m sad; that side I wish I met first and will be permanent.

Everything he did seemed to get on my nerves, making me angry and want to blow up. "Whatever Loser. What I do to and with my mate is none of your business." The word mate threw me off guard, and I frowned even more profoundly. After rejecting and hurting her, he had the guts to call her his mate—the audacity of this bastard. "She is not your mate! Don't you ever call Charlotte your mate," I growled at him, annoyed. Why did the Moon goddess have to pair the sweet girl with a scumbag like this? Why couldn't I just be her mate and have a perfect life? He didn't deserve her.

Maybe I just feel that way around him cause he's hot. He's our mate, stop trying to deny it. But he hates me, and he's been so cold towards me. And the worst thing is that, I think I like him and if he comes asking for forgiveness I'd forget everything that has happened in an instant. Desperate, I know. I hate me too right now. I blame it on the stupid mate bond, which seems to only be one sided. But it wouldn't happen, he's just too arrogant, even towards his own mom. Oh, Latifah, where are you, I need someone to talk to.

. I open the cracked door and make my presence known. “Hello gentlemen, Mother.” I nod my head to acknowledge Alpha Patrick, Alpha Dante, Papa, and mother. I take a seat at my desk and look at my father expectantly. “Princessa, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you have plans. So I’ll cut right to the chase. Alpha Patrick and I have been discussing an alliance of sorts.” He starts. I give my mom a questioning look and she looks just as confused as I am. I peer at Alpha Patrick and he seems a bit nervous. “Go on.” I say plainly. Not wanting to get ahead of myself. “Well…” Alpha Patrick starts “We we’re proposing that maybe you and Dante would…” a guttural growl came from t

he faltered, as an expression of horror clouded his face. “If what you're thinking has something to do with the 'm' word, then you're not wrong, my friend. That little girl is my mate, and you more than anyone else know exactly what I think of that abomination. So, can you now see why I want nothing more than for her to suffer?” I responded, and seeing how his jaw dropped, I'm guessing he wasn't expecting me to drop such a bombshell.

"What did I ever do to make you hate me this way?" Vivian's face twisted with anger, her voice laced with venom. "I hate everything about you," she seethed. "Your face, the sound of your name, everything. Our father saw you as his perfect little girl while I came in second as his stepdaughter. Even my mother preferred you to me. But where you really crossed the line was getting mated to the man I loved from the moment I set eyes on him. Coby is mine, and not even you could come between us."

Raw shock paralyzed me, freezing every muscle as this cruel joke hit me square in the chest. My mate—the one person the universe crafted to love me right—was none other than my husband’s brother. Could I be any more of a walking disaster? My mate's dark, intense eyes traced every inch of me, and I felt completely naked, as though he could see straight into my soul. This bond would be the death of me. Byron already hated me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, adding this bond with his brother would be a nightmare.

Now that my past selves has resurfaced, my anger has intensified, even towards those witches. In a previous life, they were responsible for the death of my family, and my hatred for them was profound. It wasn't until I discovered that my mate is also a half witch that my feelings became conflicted. I was enraged and rejected her, yet deep down, I harbored love for her without understanding why.