Novel & Cerita He's My Mate

Eric heaved, his eyes locked into mine, "Jessy, stop calling me your mate. Because my mate is right beside me. Bruna is my mate!" WHAT?! My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. He was sniffing at my scent. How the fuck was this possible? Did I hear him correctly? He just called me his fucking MATE!!

"Because you are my mate." Mate. She has heard him say this word before. She thought that he called her mate because he thought of her as a friend. But now she is sure the word 'mate' has a different meaning. "What is a mate?" She asked him. "Mate is our other half, the one with whom we are destined to spend our life with. Someone who is our equal in every senses, the one who completes us." He said. Thea was awwed by hearing him.

He pulls me up further in his arms so that I am leaning more over his chest as he slides his hand on my cheek and says, “You are the only female besides one other that I have had here.” I knew I wasn’t that special and a small pain goes through my heart at that realisation. However, curiosity got the better of me and I ask, “May I ask who?” I am surprised when tears shimmer in his eyes just for a moment before he takes a deep breath and whispers, “My mate.” His mate… He has a mate...

Before I knew it, I threw up on him. Gasps spread around us. They quickly brought out their phones to capture my embarrassment. I could hear the click of pictures being taken. My face burned. When I dared to look up, his smile was gone. His jaw was tight, his ice-blue eyes locked on me as he spoke. “You smell different.” My mind was racing too fast to process what he had just said,so I could only stare blankly at him.His frown only deepened. “Tell me,” he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear, “are you my mate?”

“What do you mean he’s my mate?” Everly asked her mother. Everyone kept telling her that Slate was her mate, like he was carrying a sign that said, “Everly and I are meant to be together forever,” and she was the only one in the universe that couldn’t see it.

He was mine and I was his. His mate. His Luna.

“What is this?” “I just marked you as my mate.”

No, not someone. My mate.

Even as the warriors’ village faded into the distance and all that was around me were the towering trees and the sounds of the night time creatures, I refused to stop. No, I had to keep running. Because maybe, if I ran fast and far enough, it wouldn’t be true. Eric was my mate. Or at least, that was what he had said. I could still hear his voice in my ears when he had uttered those words. “You are my mate!” he had said. We had both stood there in stunned silence after he had said those words, and at first, I couldn’t help but laugh. In fact, I laughed so hard that I doubled over, clutching my stomach as stitches formed in my sides.

I returned home with the fake mate certificate in hand, feeling hollow. A mate certificate was something every mated werewolf couple possessed—a symbol of legitimacy issued by the Werewolf Pack Council. It was the equivalent of a marriage certificate in human terms. But mine was a lie. I forced myself to hold it together as I approached the door to our house. Just as I was about to push it open, I heard Sam's voice inside, speaking with his Beta. "Alpha, it's been five years. Are you still not going to mark Echo?"