Her Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

she asked sarcastically, her voice dripping with venom. My blood boiled. The possessiveness surged within me as I took a step forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. The moment she was in my arms, something shifted inside me. The mate bond. It was still there, as strong as ever. I could feel it, even if she tried to deny it. "The mate bond is still there, Ella," I growled ignoring her question, my lips close to her ear. "And you know you want me as much as I want you."

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

And why was he acting so possessive and jealous? I knew I had to talk to Damien and get his perspective on things. But as I walked back to the pack, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a huge mistake. I was about to walk away from Isac when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “You don’t need him, Alice. You have me. You’re my mate,” he growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. I wrenched my arm free from his grasp, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. “I don’t belong to anyone, Isac. And I can talk to whoever I want.”

By the time the distant outline of a palace emerged through the fog, dark and imposing against the pale horizon, she couldn’t contain it anymore. “How did you find me?” The words slipped out before she could stop them. He didn’t look at her. “You’re my mate.” Her fingers curled into fists. “That’s not an answer.” “It is the only one you need,” he replied calmly. “You belong to me.” The possessiveness in his voice made something hot and furious spark in her chest. “I don’t belong to anyone.” He finally turned to her then, green eyes sharp and unwavering. “Over my dead body,” he said evenly, “would I allow what belongs to me to be claimed by another man.”

My cock stiffened, unbidden, traitorous. And then, he ground down against it, slow, deliberate. A groan caught behind my teeth. “You dare think I am yours?” I rasped, though my body betrayed me, stiff and burning beneath him. “You are my mate,” he whispered, breath ghosting my mouth. “Yours. Mine. Bound, whether you gnash your teeth or not. I do not want others to hurt you… not unless it is by me.” The words were sweet as honey, yet venom coiled beneath them. Possessive. Sinister. Mine.

“ Look, Emerald, you shouldn’t allow him to cage you here. You know he’s the only one who is possessive with you. You’re not really –“ “- are you crazy? Didn’t you see how I acted when Yvonne touched him earlier today? I was the worst.” “ You don’t know that. Look, it’s probably just normal possessiveness. If he really was your mate, from the second he declared you his mate you would’ve felt that possessiveness – it wouldn’t just be him. Trust me, what you did today was just a normal girl who was a little jealous of something I frankly don’t see.” He said and pushed his hair back, waiting for my response.

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 the daughter of my enemy 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

“Are you stupid? I feel her. I know she’s here. I want to carry her home and cherish her. That’s the sign, and I swear to God she finds me attractive, too. The gods have gifted me a beautiful mate.” He finished his sentence with a smug, wretched smile. “Jacob Rotts, if she truly is your mate—which we have yet to prove—you will have to win her over with gifts or pamper her until she officially becomes yours. Otherwise, you have no right of ownership over her.” Jacob leaned forward, jabbing a finger at his own chest. “She is my mate. Destiny says we are MATE. Why should I have to jump through hoops when she could just follow me and receive my affection?”

She is mine. "A possession?" "She's my mate" "You regard her as a possession. Something you own, never to be touched by another but never to be loved" "I don't....she doesn't even care about love" he scoffed. "She told me so. When we were going to be mated. I let her know I still loved Rachel and she didn't mind" "That was then. Do you think she'll continue to settle for that forever? When she sees others who are in love with their other halves"

she says. "I can't promise that, Celeste," I say and her eyes grow unbelievably wide. Even Mithras gets up from the chair he was sitting on. "And why not?" Mithras asks me. "I am her mate. She is my life partner. We can't stay away from each other. We will end up together somehow," I reply. "Well, the solution is very simple. You just have to reject her. The mate bond will just break and you will both move on with my your lives as if nothing ever existed between you," Celeste says.