Her Fated Five Mates Novels & Stories

"You and Darius should feel drawn to each other with such force that you can't fight it. It's how mateship works." Liar, I think and narrow my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard about mates who split? Or... cheated on each other?" I shrug. "Never in my lifetime," he answers at once. "There was never even such a story told. When a person has a mate...and finds it, he or she does not even think about another possible love interest. Your mate is your beginning and your end." I try to contain the bubble of words stuck inside me, but I cannot do it anymore. I burst. "How come Mother wasn't your end?" The words come out angry.

"They were from the Syracuse too." Elizabeth had heard what had happened to the Syracuse pack. They'd been dying, starving, and then another pack had promised aid. But before it could arrive, another pack attacked them, wiping them out entirely. "The Syracuse Pack had a mated Alpha and Luna pair," Elizabeth recited from the stories she'd heard. "But they'd had no children."

She winked at him, “I’m sure I could put in a good word with the boss for you.” He laughed again, this time much more relieved. “It could be worse. At least I’m not having to figure out how three mates works.” “Oh, it’s not that easy,” Celeste shook her finger at him as she moved to the door. “Sally and Hunter are my Mates, not each other’s.” “Wait, What?” Celeste was already out the door with a chuckle. Let the gossip mill work with that for a while. ***

So, she politely excused herself. Alpha Dane set up interviews for the patrols that found the individual that died as well as family members for that afternoon. Canon’s mate didn’t show up. Nor any of the patrol from her pack. Dane didn’t find it weird; he spent a week questioning them. Luna Marquee said, he interrogated them, not question them. He was cruel, even to Canon’s mate. Marquee was surprised she came to the funeral. Dane growled at her, that Canon’s mate wasn’t marked, and it had been two weeks since they found each other. That in its self was reason to interrogate her!

I said as she raised her brows. "Are you guys mates?" She asked me while I shook my head. "No. We haven't found our mates but we are attracted to each other" I replied as she frowned slightly. "You see, Someone once told me that the last person she dated finally found his Mate and abandoned her, but what's strange is that I can't seem to remember who that person is." I raised my head to look at her sharply just after she finished speaking. "Wait?! Then how did you remember the words?" I asked her.

“I don't know Lionel but she made it clear that I have to make the right decision and after thinking the whole night and this morning talking it over again with Develin I have made up my mind and I hope you will accept” “Accept what, Betty?” Lionel whispered with a heavy heart afraid of being rejected again. “I want you both as my mate!” Betty said with a straight face but with a slight tremble in her voice. “Sorry, say that again??” “I, Betty LaCroix choose you to be my second mate, next to Develin, do you accept, Lionel?” she asked again while looking Lionel deep into his eyes.

In pure shock. "What?" I spit out. Liam looks confused for a second, then he understands that was news to me, "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Oh. Uhm, Theo... and Nukea, the ginger omega... they're fated mates," he says, turning my world upside down and filling me with a blinding rage I haven't felt in a while.

Her voice sounds a bit confused, which I was expecting. "I told you to leave!" I slam my hands on the desk, and she flinches fearfully. "Ye... Yes, Sir," She stutters before she turns and scurries out of my office, closing the door behind her. "Shit!" I curse under my breath as soon as she's out of the office, running my fingers through my hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. This isn't another punishment, is it? My name is Miguel Jaxon, thirty-three years old cursed Alpha of Dynamite pack. Yes, you heard that. What would you call an Alpha that has lost four of his mated? Yes, you will ask how it all happened, but I guess it's all because of my ill fate. I was only twenty five when I had my

"My mother had married someone that wasn't her mate because she claimed to love him. He eventually found his mate and betrayed my mother for her. Paula I'm never going to make that mistake, I'll never make that mistake" I watched as tears welled up in her eyes as she was staring at me dumbfounded, I wanted to pity her, to pacify her but she would get the wrong idea about it. Though my mate was not mated to me, I still cannot ignore her or condemn myself to a life without her.

"Maybe you are. But maybe the world needs burning." I laughed, bitter and breathless. "Or maybe it just needs a reset." The next morning, Myra requested to see me alone. Her room was cold. Smelled like old books and iron. "Tell me about your first mate," she said without preamble. "He died." "How?" "Painfully. And not by my hand." She scribbled something. "And the second?" "Same." She looked up. "Do you blame fate?" I met her stare. "No. Fate doesn’t bleed. People do."