Her Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

I pulled her inside and slammed the door, pinning her roughly to the wall. She winced in pain and I pressed close to her. Her scent filled my nostrils and I felt the mate pull attracting me to her. I almost lost control of myself and would have marked her as mine but her appearance deterred me. I put my finger under her chin and tilted her face up. Her blue eyes pierced mine. They matched the gem, that the seer had given me, perfectly. "Listen to me you filthy creature. I don't know who you are and I don't care. But let me make this clear to you and your thick skull."

His presence swallowed the hallway, heavy and oppressive like a storm rolling in. “What the hell are you doing here?” Asher’s voice was low and lethal, each word dripping with threat. Asher straightened, masking his guilt with a cold, rigid stance. “This doesn’t concern you.” Asher chuckled darkly, stepping into Matthew’s space without hesitation. “You’re talking to my mate. That makes it my concern.” Matthew’s eyes widened. “Mate?” He looked at me, horror flickering across his face. “You’re bonded to him?”

He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense before burrowing his face in my neck and inhaling my scent, blowing his breath over my skin to make sure I have his scent on my skin, effectively claiming what he believes is his. “You’re my mate Kara, you can’t be dancing with other men.” he growled lowly. “Can the possessive bullshit Silas. I am not your property, I am free to dance with who I please. It’s a harmless dance. I will not tolerate any possessive behaviour. We are not fully mated and I still can't bring myself to trust you. Don’t make it worse by acting like you own and control me.” I growled back at him firmly.

Her dark long hair spilled over his chest, her lips parted slightly in sleep, and he felt his heart beat faster, a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. He didn’t know if it was love, not yet—but he knew one thing with absolute certainty, she was his mate, and he could never live without her. She was his for the rest of their lives, and the thought filled him with a fierce, possessive pride. The car halted in front of his sprawling mansion, a fortress of stone and timber that stood as a testament to his power. Keiran’s eyes softened as he glanced at her, still undisturbed, her face nestled against him.

Hex blamed me for frightening away our mate and making her leave. I confessed that I had been too greedy while we were together, but wow, I never expected it to be this incredible with a mate. She was extraordinary—her presence invigorated me, awakened my senses, and left me yearning for her repeatedly. From that moment on, there was no doubt in my mind; she was the only she-wolf for me. My mate's essence became an indelible part of my memory.

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 rogue 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 turned back slowly. "What?" "He found his mate. At the party on Saturday. I don't know who it is but I know it happened. I could see it in his eyes. The way he was acting." My heart was pounding. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because whoever it is, they're going to consume him. Mate bonds do that. They make you obsessed. Possessive. And if you're in his way when that happens, he'll crush you without a second thought."

I frowned. "Yes, mate, every werewolf has a mate. I'm actually Jack's mate. A mate is someone who owns a half your soul, and you own their half. The Moon goddess chose you for each other. Some say it's true love, others say it's the one you're destined to be with. Once you meet mate you souls tie, making it impossible to live without them." She explained sighing. I knew she had a hard time explaining this me, maybe because she was afraid of my reaction.

“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.