Novel & Cerita He's Not My True Mate Novel

No I couldn't do this Not until I was sure that I wasn't getting confused and that the Adonis standing before me was truly my mate. My wolf growled angrily at me, wondering what other proof I needed before I accepted that he was the one But what about the dream I had? The dream of the boy with a peculiar birthmark who claimed to be my mate. Zach has the exact same birthmark but he didn't turn out to be my mate so what exactly did this mean? Was the dream a farce or was the moon goddess playing some kind of sick, twisted joke on me? I thought I had won the mate lottery when I believed Zach would be my mate but here I was standing in his room with a gorgeous stranger in front of me who apparen

I wasn’t outside anymore, I was lying on a bed with clean sheets. I was confused for a moment. And then, I saw him. The most beautiful man I had ever set eyes on. He stood tall at the edge of the bed, folding his arms as he stared at me. His dark hair was tousled, his jaw was sharp, and his blue eyes were even sharper. “Who are you?” I finally muttered, breaking the silence. He stared at me for a long second. “I’m your true mate.”

I’m in such a hurry I barely register the warriors, that are not our, littered everywhere. “You have a mate?” He growls behind me as he increases his pace as well. “Kind of. So you and I, we can’t be mates.” My breath catches in my chest as I’m slammed into a wall. Strong hands grip me against the cold concrete. “You are my mate.” He growls. “You cannot have another mate. You are mine. So whoever he is, he’s not your true mate.” “He was my true mate. For the most part he rejected me.” He is very close to me.

,Alpha said looking at me with concern. "I don't need help with being rejected I already dealt with it when Adam chose his whore over his own mate. I was his mate but he rejected me and left with that bitch",I growled. We were mates but his long time human bitch girlfriend got pregnant and he wanted to do the right thing. He rejected me and ran off with her I should of killed both when I had the chance.

It was like there was a secret that only he knew. Rooka glared at the old man. Of course, he knew about the mate thing, he had been mated to the love of his life up till now, and they worked so well together. Kaz, on the other hand, tried so hard not to laugh. HE is her mate, he is just not ready to tell her yet.

I knew I was red, but I didn't want him to tease me more about it. “Damn it Jackson! Why?! Why do you keep doing things like this?” "Because" He begins with his husky tone. “You’re my mate. And I’m just showing you how much I appreciate you.” I peek through my hands nervously. Our faces were just inches apart from each other. His devilishly handsome face just made me want to scream like a fangirl from the close proximity. I had never felt like this around any hot guy in my life. Not that I always had hot guys swarming me from left to right. But this one, he is my mate. And I believe that this euphoric feeling will never stop for the rest of our lives.

“I did hope you will never come. Sadly you disappointed me.“ He ignored his mother's taunts and passed a worried glance at Jessica. “Kiara, yes! She was fast with you. You came back like you didn't even see her for a second.“ She mocked, almost certain that cursed woman wasn't who Nathaniel expected. There should be a reason he didn't bring her back but she was glad. “You taunt me when I don't perform my husbandly duties but when I do it is still a problem.“ He shook his head at her. Visibly tired. “I am glad you admitted you have been a terrible mate to Jessica.“ His mother scoffs at him, shifting on the couch slightly to make her back more tender and straightened. “Jessica is not my mate.“

I raised my chin and held my ground. His eyes shifted as the next step brought him so close I could feel the heat of his body. I’ve never seen eyes like what his beast has. Like a cat’s pupil, with a thin yellow line around but the rest of it was bright red, like burning lava living inside a glass marble. “No? I think you misunderstood, dear. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.” His cocky smile made me want to laugh. “No matter how you phrase it, the answer is still no.. I´m not your mate; my mate killed me long ago.”

“I tried to hate her. Every blood I take becomes my enemy. That’s how it’s always been. So I took from her.” I scoffed. “And?” “And it didn’t work," my heart skipped. “But I've found a solution,” he said, and for the first time his voice changed, “I found my mate.” The word hit me like a slap. “You did what?” “I found my mate,” he repeated, slower now. There was something almost soft in his eyes. Something dangerous. “She might be the cure to my curse.” “That’s impossible,” I snapped. “Your mates always die. You drain them. You destroy them.”