Her Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

I passed him a faint smile and nodded. We were having waffles and coffee and he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I never thought he would go this far to get me.” I replied. “But why is he so possessive over you?” “He calls me his mate. His possession.” I said, looking down. “If he came to know. I came here, I don’t know what he will do to me.”

A hiss comes from the mouth of tall man. I take off my white blazer that I wore, then throw it away carelessly. Then, my hand grabs a pair of sword of mine from the back. “Let’s start our game.” - Perfect Mate -

He was a killer who only cared about maintaining his wealth and defending his territory, much like me. I'm the final person in line, and when I grasp her hand, that familiar gasp she lets out sends a shiver down my spine. The connection is there. Even if I haven’t had a mate since that night, I know we have already established a connection. Hera and her wolf; me and my wolf. Mate is not the thing; it is fate. "Hera Smith," I stress her last name because it would have been easy to find her if I had known it.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

He walked towards her hugging her to him " now you're all Mine ." " don't .. touch me .. please ." she said " why .. it's my right ." " it's not , you made me do everything you want without even asking me if I want it or not. " " sit down , I think you don't know what a mate is ." the both sat in the living room " a mate my sweet mate , is your other half , someone who was chosen for you before your birth , as wolves we can't live without our mates , maybe because you're human you still can't understand this but you will soon ."

He knows he was my mate yet He never told me he even has a lover. My worst nightmare is about to happen and I don't think I'm ready for it. Is that why he showed me kindness and his possessive attitude? He knew I'm his mate! He never told me, he kept it away from me and even have a girlfriend, because I'm an Omega

“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.

“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.

He just watched me with those heavy-lidded eyes like he’d already seen this show before and knew how it ended. “And don’t you have a mate?” I kept going, because my brain was in survival mode and my body was clearly not on my side. “Isn’t she his mother? Are you not married? Like—I’m sorry—but isn’t this cheating?” He finally moved. One step. Just one. And my whole body locked up again. Because it wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t even fast. It was measured . Like a lion closing distance on a prey that had already stopped running. “She was my mate,” he said quietly, and something about the way he said was sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with how po