Her Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

"Grace, we completed our mate bond. Let them hear it. Let everyone know you're claimed and loved and absolutely mine." "Possessive." "Completely possessive. You're my mate. I'm allowed to be possessive about that." She climbed out of bed carefully, gathering clothes. I watched her move—my mark visible on her neck, her body showing the evidence of our night together, her whole presence radiating mated female. Mine. All mine. "Stop looking at me like that," she said without turning around. "Like what?" "Like you want to skip the protection meeting and keep me in bed all day."

she took a cautious step towards me and smiled, “I think he’s going to figure it out sooner or later because I doubt that this will be the only time your possessive instincts are going to get the better of you.” “You don’t ever seem to go all beastly and possessive,” I argued, sure that I could control it now that I had experienced it and understood what was happening. “Don’t I?” Her smile changed from friendly to a more amused expression, “I do have a date to kill the last person that tried to lay claim to my mate, and I’m really looking forward to it despite what your brother says.” “Huh,” now that she pointed it out, I could think of more examples of her behaving possessively over Dmitri.

So back to the present, after he expressed his doubt, while I continued looking at the delicious eye candy mate of mine standing in front of me, with two big red hearts in my eyes which were glowing yellow due to Kai's presence as a goofy smile which was playing on my lips due to the happiness of finally finding my sweet mate which I was not able to content, before I grumbled again wanting to claim my possession over and over, again and again, letting the whole world know that, he is mine, my sweet little human mate is mine and only mine. "Mate Mine” I again claimed righteously with hell of possessiveness in it, looking at my handsome yet cute little human mate stubbornly, really feeling lik

He didn’t give her a response; it was like he was still trying to process the words she’d said in his head over and over again. She brushed the small pity she felt for him aside, she was about to turn to leave but then his words stopped her. “You accepted my claim Ava, you can’t reject me until I allow it.” There was some truth to what he was saying, a wolf can never reject his/her mate after accepting the claim unless the other mate agrees to the rejection, stupid mate laws. She knew the truth but decided to ignore it. She didn’t care whatever the mate laws said; she would never let him be her mate, whether he agreed to her decision or not. She would never agree to be with someone like him,

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

So I visit blogs of fanatics and hard-core fans to grapple as much as I can to at least, bolster courage before the smirking faces of my friends. Well, I do know about ‘Mates’ and stuff. A werewolf could be either mated to a human or a wolf. And the thing with the ‘Mating mark’, which gives the human mate fast healing and rids illnesses and disabilities. It’s a form of the mating process and keeps other wolves off your mate. It comes in the form of a bite to the neck or shoulder. “What?” I rub my neck subconsciously. If unfortunately, I do end up as Henry’s mate…Alpha’s are on a whole new level of extreme possessiveness and over-protectiveness. I wonder where he might want to bite me.

He licked his lower lip while taking rapid breaths, and his chest was rising and falling, making him even more handsome. "And you are my mate." He said he was leaving me in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked him back. "You are the mate of this alpha baby." He winked at me while chuckling softly. "I am your mate." I blinked my eyes, showing a piece of confusion on my face. "Yeah, you are a mate." He smiled. Omg, I didn't know about this. "But can a human be the mate of a wolf?" I inquired with a piece of doubt.

he said sweetly, enticingly even. Amira swallowed, stroking his face and behind his ear, where he moved his head for her to access it. “There are many reasons,” Amira replied, grimacing at her poor answer. It might also be because she was starting to doubt what she knew about Rhys. Then she remembered the shared dream with Rhys and how much they couldn’t stand being near each other without bickering. Demon whined, nudging his nose into the side of her neck again. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I’d kill anyone that tried to lay their hands on you. You’re precious to me, Amira. You’re my mate, and I’m yours.”

Liam remarked, and I smiled. "She's coming home with me," Alex chimed in, and I pursed my lips, giving him a questioning look. "Why? Why would she come with you?" Liam asked, standing up with folded arms. "Why? Because she's my mate," Alex declared, and I widened my eyes. He had been making this claim, and I couldn't fathom how that could be possible. Henry was supposed to be my mate, so how could Alex also claim the same?

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.