Her Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

I have waited for her for decades, what harm would it do to give her a few days to stomach the fact that she is stuck with me for a lifetime. " I don't like it when others touch what's mine." I declared possessively. I wasn't going to shy off from telling her what I don't like. I am a very possessive man and I owe nobody an apology for that. " You don't need to explain anything to me." She replied, her words annoying me but I concealed my annoyance. " You are my mate." I stated and she shrugged nonchalantly. " I never agreed to this bond. There isn't any relationship between us." She spoke, her words sounding cruel to my ears and confirming my suspicions.

It is believed that mated males have a prescribed set of traits which they exhibit in a relationship with their female mate that are not found in any other relationship dynamic. An example of this being possessiveness. This trait is identifiable by common behaviors that can be linked to jealousy when his mate is around other males; a desire to control the atmosphere in which his mate finds herself, and, most obvious of all, the Claim. As I read, Xavier returned with my cup of tea. He placed it down on the table with a smile and left the room. I continued to read: A males' mate in a room accompanied by several other males is a common place to find a jealous mate. While the reality of a

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

His lips brush over my ear as he whispers, “We almost lost each other.” The connection between us is too strong. I need him, gasp for him like oxygen, want him so bad I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have him. You do have him. You’re about to become his mate. And he will be yours. Is that where Nathan’s possessiveness springs from? The primal tie binding us? “How many more?” I whimper. I’ll take twenty more, a hundred more, a thousand lashes if that’s what it takes to own him completely.

" D...Damien?" " And don't call me that either. " I leaned forward and kissed her, it was nowhere near the soft kisses we shared the night before. My touch was dark and possessive, and I was sure she would have bruises in her arm where my fingers were digging into her skin to keep her in place. A feral side of me was thrilled at the thought of her bearing my marks, a reminder of who she belonged to. " Now, you will only call me your mate. As far as I am concerned, we are soulmates, and you belong to me "

“I knew it! I knew you had a possessive streak in you! I refused to believe you were so docile.” I heard Sable laughing behind me. “I didn’t think my son’s mate would be docile, Melanny.” Now I’m blushing. My mother-in-law, the queen no less, just heard me get jealous. Can the ground please swallow me whole now? But Sable puts me at ease immediately, “Ivana, I would be more concerned if you weren’t possessive. I’m very possessive of Jaxon. He is even more possessive of me. Look around at fated mates and the behaviors are all the same. We are territorial with each other. It’s extremely rare for it to be otherwise."

“So what if they're keeping her away? She has a mate! She is not a member of your pack! She owes you nothing!“ “She owes me everything, Father. She is my mate. She's the reason I've had it rough for the past twenty-seven years. She owes me a whole lot more than words could say,“ “She has a mate!! What do I get to do to stick that reality into that brain of yours, Ryder?! Hara is mated! Get your claws off another man's woman and go find yours!“ “She is mine!!!“ The words came out in an explosive, possessive tone, with a beastly growl.

She looked edible and with in a second, l decided that it would be a rule that she would either sleep naked with me wrapped up around her or in clothes l had worn in the day so that she would smell like me. I honestly didn't know where these sudden possessive feelings had come from. It was a mystery but the second l decided to accept the fact that she was my mate , I wanted her for more than just one night. I suddenly became obsessed with the idea of having someone who is mine. Just mine. She was mine, my mate chosen by the moon goddess. Right she was an omega and I know it didn't make sense because I could easily find any shewolf who wanted to be mine but for some reason it wasn't the same.

I trailed off, hating the vulnerability that I felt. “Yeah. He's always the sensible one.” She cocked her head to advise, “You deserve happiness. Don't destroy your second chance or you’ll lose her.” “She’s mine!” I growled at her, defensively. “She's perfect. Fuck!” I groaned in frustration at the troublesome effects of the mate bond. I was becoming foolishly possessive. “She needs clothes. Will you handle it for me?” “Of course, boss.” The maid smiled, and she whispered excitedly, “I’ll go and take a peek.”

I still heard the annoyance in her voice. “Of course not. You’re not a thing, but my mate. The one that only designates for me.”