Her Fated Five Mates Novels & Stories

As the weight of their situation settled over them, Avery and her four mates exchanged nervous glances, each grappling with the impossible decision that lay before them. According to the rules imposed upon them, Avery had to choose one of her mates as her sole partner, condemning the others to death. It was a choice none of them wanted to make, yet the consequences of refusing to choose were equally dire.

We walked down together, and I forced a smile on my face as she chatted non-stop about her fiancé and all the things he'd done for her. They seemed like they were in love. So that meant… “Tanya, how does the mate bond feel like?” She paused, her expression changing faster than I could imagine. “What?” “You…and the Alpha. You two are mates, right?” Contrary to the expression I thought she would get on her face, she frowned. “Does it matter?” I blinked. Hadn't Diane said they were fated by goddess Luna? Approved by the elders? A match? Or had I heard her wrong?

No body, no farewell. Nina. Her name echoed in my mind like a taunt, a reminder of everything I had lost. My beautiful Nina was gone forever. And Benita, my supposed mate, was still alive, walking around like she didn’t have the blood of my love on her hands. She took everything from me the moment she was revealed as my mate. That bond that tied me to her was nothing but a curse. I hated her.

The wind shifted suddenly, blowing down from the highest crag of the pass. And then I caught it. Faint, bruised, laced with the bitter tang of silver and cold iron, but undeniably hers. Freya's scent. The mate bond flared in my chest, a sudden, blinding pulse of heat that drove all the cold from the night air. She was alive. She was near. And she was waiting for us to tear the walls down. "She is in the upper tower," I said, looking at Damien. My brother wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand and smiled, a dark, terrible baring of teeth that held no mercy at all. "Then let us go get our mate," Damien said.

The realization that she was fated to all five of us hit her like a physical blow. Then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. I stared down at her unconscious form, my mind reeling. This was impossible. An impossible phenomenon. No wolf should have four mates—let alone their own father as a fifth. And yet I could feel it. The bond. The pull. The undeniable truth that this broken, bloodied woman was my fated mate. And my sons' fated mate. The revelation sent a cold fury through me. The Moon Goddess had played a cruel joke on us all.

It didn't really matter how Tomas had treated Miranda what mattered was whose mate she was and she wasn't mine. Tomas had made it a point to point that out with every chance he got, he kept reminding me how I had lost my mate and how he felt like I was trying to use Miranda to replace her. The truth was that I could never replace my first mate even if I wanted to, but I still couldn't help the way I felt about Miranda. At first, I thought I just felt sorry for her but after getting to know her better I found all the reasons why loving her was inevitable.

“Eat. You’ll need strength. Whatever he’s got planned, you’re going to need it.” She started to leave, but something slipped out from her collar. A pendant, black silver, and a weird crest carved into it. My stomach dropped. I’d seen that before. Years ago. Dad had called it the mark of our enemy. Alpha Kael’s pack. And this maid she’s wearing it. Not just a jerk. Not just loyal to Agora. She’s a traitor. And she’s here, right under everyone’s nose. Clenched my fist around the soggy hem of my dress, trying not to freak out. If I said a word, she’d kill me, easy. If I kept quiet, I’d probably die anyway.

“Didn’t you feel the mate pull?” “The… the mate pull?” My heart stumbled. “Then that would mean—” “Yes,” he said softly. “We’re fated mates.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The words sank in slowly, their meaning almost impossible to process. Fated mates. The concept was nearly mythical now, a legend more than a reality. It was said that a long time ago, the moon goddess stopped binding souls due to the overwhelming rejection rate.

“I’m sorry, but there must have been a mistake somewhere. I cannot be your mate.” “Mistake? There is no mistake. You are my mate. You felt the pull the same way as I did. It was what brought you into the forest in the first place. It was what brought us closer to each other. We are mates.” “I am sorry. I did not feel any pull, and we cannot be mates because I already have a mate.” Her words were hard to understand at first, but then I made some sense of them. “Oh, so I’m your second mate. You must have rejected your first, then.”

Fated mate 41 Ariadne POV I stood watching Meredith as her car pulled away onto the highway, I felt sorry for ourselves, the painfully disgusting life we have to live, her words were like a portion telling me there's no cure to whatever inflammation we've been afflicted with. Killing her mate made me feel pangs and bother about the things she might be going through. I stared at the hotel, I came in to get some of my stuff, in the next five days there won't be anything but sadness in the whole of Oak Borough and mostly the entire Ember-moon pack, the one I shall inflict will be the singing ode to sadness and wailings.