Novel & Cerita He's My Mate

“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?"

“You heard me correctly, Oceana, and I know you are not deaf. Announce to the world that Your Brother Is Your Mate. You want to fuck and claim him? Isn’t that a good idea?” “What are you saying? You want me to announce to the world that you are my mate?” “I dare you to do so,” he said, and he moved confidently closer to me. “Announce it to the world; if you do so, I will accept you as my mate without a second thought...

Or maybe…That version of him had never been real. He tilted his head slowly to one side, then the other, like a predator studying its prey. “My mate told me to have all the fun in the world while I played with you,” he said, his lips curling to reveal his teeth. “Because you’re a hard one.” A chill shot through me. “And now… I know I’m going to enjoy you.” My breath hitched. Mate? What mate? As far as I knew, he didn’t have one. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully, though my heartbeat had picked up speed, pounding violently against my ribs.

He whispered softly. I shook my head. “No, she isn’t around much anymore. She is always busy with other work.” I say relieved. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Hey, what do you think it's like?” “What?” “Having a mate.” I answer. “Oh.” He thought about it. “My mom says a mate is like your best friend only better. Like, someone you want to protect and only ever want to be around.” He looked over his shoulder. “What about you?”

he informed me while groaning in pain. "Since how long have You and Brittany seen each other?" I ask him. "For 5 months and 2 weeks, I have found out that she is my mate when she has come out for a run," he said to me. "What are they planning to do with my mate?" I ask him. "That I don't know, they never tell anything to us, they just order us to do something and we follow it without any questions," he answered me. "Kill them," I said to my warriors standing from my stool.

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.