Hated By My Mate Novels & Stories

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

he said, and I tried to smile, but tears streamed down my cheeks instead. “I know you hate me, but how could you wish me harm?” I said loudly, and I knew my words echoed to everyone's ears. “I despise you because I hate the fact that you are my mate. Anything wrong with that?” He replied, his words echoing as well. “I hate you too, fool!” I spat at his face, glaring at Ivory. I saw the dangerous glare he threw at me, but I didn't care. My gaze shifted to Alex, but he was only looking down. I glared at all the students, and they all seemed irritated to me. I just wonder why they all hate me.

We were mates and not only that, but he was also my professor. My uncle, my professor and my mate! A mate I was yet to realize was going to put me through so much pain.

I looked into his eyes, maybe with the most serious look I had ever given anyone. “Smelling it is like reliving everything I wanted to forget. But it binds me.” “Are we mates? I feel it too,” he confessed. “We argue. We never walk the same path. We hate each other. How can we be mates?” Rayvan raised his voice. “I don’t understand either, Rayvan. But I’ll never beg you to accept me as your mate.” My voice matched his intensity, though I lowered it slightly—afraid someone might overhear.

There was no way he would trick me into believing such lies. “Yes, she is my mate,” Matthew declared, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I knew she was my mate the very first day I saw her, but I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t accept it. How can I tell everyone that my mate is a murderer? How can I look you in the face and tell you that the lady who killed your mate and brought you so much pain was my mate? I was too ashamed and heartbroken to say it to anyone, so I decided to keep it to myself and reject our bond. I even wanted you to kill her, so that was why, at first, I was urging you to kill her. But since you didn’t, I became so drawn to her. I tried my best to ignore our bonds, but no mat

His face is like that of an age mate, and though I am well aware of his age, it still makes me uneasy. "I will think about it. I promise," my voice is hoarse in my throat. Does it sound like a betrayal or a lie? "If you are going to just play about, keep your mate as close to you as possible because she might end up getting seriously hurt, or even killed," his cold icy green eyes bore through mine. What the hell? The room goes gravely silent after that. All I want is for this goddamned meeting to end. My wolf keeps shifting uncomfortably inside me at the idea of hurting our mate.

I was so completely lost as I highlighted every single character I disliked and everything I hated. We walked with my sides turned to face him as he listened attentively to everything I had to say. “I definitely hate when someone tries to control me and asks about my whereabouts. It really Ticks me off and I wish to stick a hand up their face.” “Ohh really? I didn’t know I was going to become a topic too?” His voice stopped me in my tracks as I slowly but didn’t want to turn to that voice. Of course I was talking about him. I didn’t know how it happened but everything I hate could just be summed up in one name and it was Jaden.

“I'm sure I do. You’re in a sour mood and probably hate the world right now. Big whoop. Talking to your mate that way, though, isn't okay.” I'm immediately ticked off by that word: mate. That insufferable title has tied me down like heavy chains since I knew anything. It's a painful reminder of the life I've lived, how much I've hated it, and how much I want to break free. “You’re really taking her side right now? She fucking hates your guts and your entire personality,” I point out, finally looking at him. He backs down for a moment, hit by the truth we both know, but shrugs it off eventually.

Vulvan It was a long ride home, I got of the car and went straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, then passed through the hallway that led to my study room and closed the door behind me. I walked back and forth, wondering what was wrong with me. The word "mate" made me uneasy because all I could think about was Zara, the Edwood girl who unfortunately happened to be my mate. Other than knowing her name, I do not even know anything about her, and I am already a complete mess.

Does he think I'm happy being here? I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life. I don't want a mate. Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much. They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway? I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't give a damn...