Her Fated Five Mates Novels & Stories

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

“I see you take my point.” “So why does everyone say mates are fated?” “Well, I mean, in a sense, they are. In a biology as destiny sense. It’s almost impossible to have a pup with anyone else.” Almost impossible, but there are stories about it happening. In other packs. A long time ago. I always thought the stories existed as an excuse for insecure assholes to accuse their mates of sleeping around. “But the Fates are also—complicated.” “Are they like sports drinks?” “No lip from you, little missy,” but Abertha smiles as she says it. Some of the worry that’s been haunting her face since she found me in the thicket disappears. “But yes. They are like sports drinks.

Were all fated mate partings like this? ‘Of course, what were you thinking,’ Eve said. After speaking her first words to me earlier, she found the power of her speech so amusing that all she could do now was talk. ‘Fated mates are destined by the Moon Goddess herself. Once a wolf finds his or her fated mate, he or she becomes complete. What do you think will happen once you separate again? It’s like splitting your soul in half!’ It felt exactly like that - like my heart was splitting itself into pieces, crushing my whole being. I wanted to cry and whimper, but I could not. I was still a long way from home…

I aimlessly went through her things, desperate for any clue about her. In the back of the nightstand drawer, I found a hidden compartment. Inside was a thick journal. I opened the first page and saw her familiar handwriting: "Alpha sent me to clear out the trouble at the harbor today. The rogues are dangerous. But if Alpha needs me to, I'd die for him. Maybe this is what the Moon Goddess meant by making us mates—I’ll always be by his side." My hands started to shake. I turned the page. "Another near-death mission. A silver bullet went through my chest. I almost didn't make it. But seeing Alpha safe makes it all worth it. I love him, even if he doesn't love me."

Rose looked sadly at me, "They really are great leaders you know! They deserve such love and happiness that I know only you can bring them." "I don't believe I can Rose. They aren't my mates! The Moon Goddess has a mate for me out there somewhere, but I'm not going to find him cooped up in here!" I explained but quickly picked up on how visibly uncomfortable Rose appeared when ANY talk against my pod of mates was brought up. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable for me to say Rose, but I'm not going to apologize for wanting my FATED MATE." Rose looked at me a bit confused, "But miss...they ARE your fated mates!"

I could handle this one too… If he actually was my fifth mate. “Do you understand how mates work?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle, not wanting to set him off again, or for him to spiral if he thought I was closing him out. I wasn’t. We just had to talk about things. “I…” He looked up from his hands to my face, and in his eyes, he seemed as lost as he had been when he’d first awakened in that tomb. “No.” “A mate is a gift, and not every werewolf has one. I’m blessed, because I have multiple. Four I know of, and a fifth that remains a mystery.”

Where are the other mates coming from? The Fates sisters look at me with knowing eyes, uneasiness causing them to shift in their seats, fear oozing off of them in waves. They weren’t allowed to tell us the number of mates Jamari is expected to have. They must already be in trouble with Fate for revealing that on accident, if we ask questions about it it wil probably only make things worse for them. Not wanting them to get into more trouble than they already are in, I decide to let it go and handle things as they come our way. Knowing who these mates are won’t make it any easier to accept them when they enter our lives.

As we pressed onward, one question echoed in the silence - would we emerge victorious from the trials, or would the darkness within us prevail? As the chilling echoes of the shadow figure's last words dwindled into silence, Alec and I stood amidst the ethereal beauty of the Veiled Haven. His hand in mine was a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty that we had plunged into. Yet, despite the fear, a flame of defiance flickered within us. We were fated mates, bound by a bond that was being tested in ways we had never anticipated. "We'll face it together, Sasha," Alec whispered, his voice resolute amidst the eerie calm. "No matter what the Haven throws at us, we'll face it, and we'll overcome."

The tension among us palpated, but my mind had already short-circuited. “And the reason she chose to die instead of saving herself is that poison with that spell could have caused the death of both her mates, but she chose to save them by taking all the effect of that poison on herself.” Cathy added to it further, but my mind was still reeling from the first information. “Who was her second mate, Cathy?” Adolphus asked her in a daze, but I was still far from understanding a word of this conversation. My mother had two mates, but all of us only know about my father. Did she reject her other mate?

Carson shared “Oh my, are you Marly’s first mate?” the second sister asked. “No, I am her second mate,” Carson replied. “Then it is not possible for a third mate to come forward. Wolves are only blessed with two mates,” the third sister advised. “So, what could a third mate coming for her mean?” Carson asked.