Her Fated Five Mates Novels & Stories

Tears blurred her vision when Elena confirmed the truth. Isabella asked in her choking voice, " Then.. what happens with the claimed mate?" Elena gave her a sympathetic look. Lowering her eyes down, she pursued her lips together hesitantly, " Isabella..Fated mate is a powerful bond from the moon goddess. It is a bond for eternity. Most of the times, the Alpha abandons his other mate. But I am sure that Lucien wouldn't do anything like that. Please listen to me..Isa.."

And she knew the dangers of what might be blooming between them. If Anna was what Vivienne feared she was—and if fate had somehow brought her and Michael together—then everything Vivienne did twenty-eight years ago would unravel in an instant. The cloak. The spell. The secret. All of it would collapse. She didn’t know whether Michael loved the girl, but if the bond formed—if she turned out to be his fated mate and that mark was ever made—there would be no turning back. Not for him. Not for Anna. And not for the world that lay hidden behind the veil of humans and politics.

But what exactly would that make us? “What are we going to be?” I asked suddenly, interrupting their argument about my historical medical emergencies. They all went quiet. “After the ceremony,” I clarified. “What do we call this? What do we call each other?” “Mates,” Zane said simply. “All of us.” “But how does that work exactly? I mean, traditionally, ” “Traditionally,” Marcus interrupted, closing his book and looking at me seriously, “the Moon Goddess chooses one mate for each wolf. But there have been exceptions throughout history. Rare ones, but they exist.”

I snap. “What? You can’t take the sexual talk from me? Or you can’t handle me talking about your mates or dick?” Lena teases. “All of it,” I growl. “She’s onto something, though,” Damien chuckles. “DO we have any other mates? How many mates becomes too many?” “I don’t think my underage sister needs to be thinking or talking about mating anyone,” I snarl. “Okay, but in regards to us not her…think about it…the Alphas discovered their fourth mate later. How many mates are too many?”

I signalled the bartender for another drink again. I looked around the dingy bar. Couples and groups of friends filled the booths, laughing and having fun without a care. A feeling of jealousy and bitterness twisted in my gut. If only I could be so carefree. If only I could live a Normal life like every other person. I had drank more than six bottles of beer yet I wasn’t satisfied. A memory flashed as I remembered my first mate sisters harsh words at her brother's funeral: "Stay away from him unless you want to end up in the grave too." More tears stung my eyes. How many times had I heard that I was...cursed?

I suddenly said out loud “What about my mate? I could still find him” My aunt shook her head “You're half human, the chances that you have a mate are very slim. This man wants you now” She was right. I didn't even have a wolf. Why did I think I would get a mate?

The name landed in the room like something physical. I knew that name. He had told me about her in the early weeks — quietly, in the dark, the careful unhurried way he told me things that mattered. His first mate. The one he'd lost five years before the mate bond ever found me. Dead, he'd believed. Killed by a curse that had taken her from him with a finality that had reshaped the rest of his life around the absence of her. Dead. I looked at the woman on the bed.

They couldn't fathom the disappearance of their charge, nor could they comprehend the inexplicable circumstances that had unfolded before them. Whispers of speculation and confusion spread among the witnesses, their voices filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. The unexpected event had shattered the facade of a joyous occasion, leaving in its wake an unsettling void. As the river resumed its tranquil state, the boats remained motionless, their occupants now united in an unspoken realization—that the waters had claimed Lilith, the boat, and the fate that had been thrust upon her.

Ulaya screamed as loud as she could standing alongside both men that were not backing down from their show of dominance. "JARROD! ULAYA AND KASSIAN ARE FUCKING MATES! Brother! I am not lying! They are mates! Remember Mary had four mates? Ulaya is like Mary! Jenson try to make him stop! It is true Kassian is also Ulaya's mate! That's why they stared so long at each other that first night they met. They were in shock about it....but today they couldn't deny it!" Jenna backed away from the two men whose eyes were a dark midnight color set on each other.

If there's one thing that I'm sure of it's that Jason is in love with you, for him there's no one else but you," Mama Helen told her, searching her eyes as she spoke. "But… but what if we weren't destined to be mates? Would all these still happen?," she asked, flaring her hands and gesturing to the wedding preparation. "Probably not," Mama Helen answered sincerely, "but usually when fate is at work, when two souls are destined to meet each other as soul mates, that kind of relationship is magical and should not be doubted by all the what ifs," she told her gently. "Sometimes I worry… it doesn't help that I'm not accepted as part of the pack either," Jasmine confessed.