Her Returned Mate Novels & Stories

Mate, yes she is my Mate. I have a MATE!

“What performance are you talking about?” Howard finally met my gaze with a half-smile, like he knew something I didn't. “Alpha Dante is returning to the pack.” The room tilted. No. Not Father. “You mean Alpha Dante?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Jack leaned against the doorway with a grin. “The one and only. He's coming back from the Eastern Border. I hear he painted the rivers red with rogue blood.” My heart gave a painful thump.

“I promise I’ll keep you safe.” My shoulders quaked with tremors, sobs lodging in my throat from a hundred emotions. “I’ll never be marked by my fated mate,” I grieved. “You don’t need one,” said Colt. “But I’ll never be whole…” “You don’t need a mate to be whole.” “But I…” I wanted one, even if I thought I didn’t deserve one. “If I wasn’t still waiting for mine, I’d mark you,” he said. I laughed sadly. “That’s weird. You’re my brother.”

He has been serving Ian as his personal guide slash encyclopedia tonight, and might I say enjoying it greatly. "That's Rachel," he whispers to Ian as we approach my friend. "And the girl next to her is Helena. She's super hot but already taken. She's one of few people that has a mate. Mates are a complicated -" "I know what it is, Lila explained," Ian says. "Ah, she really does share everything. Well, probably not everything," Jamie winks at me, chuckling. I roll my eyes with love. Little brothers... "Helena! Gosh, you've changed so much! I wouldn't have recognized you in the street."

Riley says. I watch in wonder as a simmering bright light forms around the white wolf. Inside the light, I could see a figure emerge. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. When the light disappeared, a human woman with strawberry blonde hair was bent at the knees naked. As she lift her head, my wolf howled inside my head and snarled the words “Mate”, just as the all too familiar scent of vanilla and strawberry hit my senses. What the fuck was going on. There on the forest floor was the mate I believed was lost to me for the last five years, Charlotte St Clair.

mate! I started perceiving a particular scent, the scent of newly bloomed lilies That scent was driving me crazy, I decided to follow the scent When I got to where the owner of the scent was, what I saw broke my heart My mate was being bullied and hit by a bunch of over pampered bitchy wolves Anger boiled inside of me and I roared "stop!!!" But the bitch and her group refused to listen And that was when my wolf went loose for the first time and I shifted

Not after I had been tortured for centuries not knowing if she would return to me. "You want to know why?" "Why?" She retorts. "Because you are my mate!"

But if she doesn't, well, who the fuck cares? I can finally put this stupid mate bond to good use. If I can feel what she feels, then she can feel what I feel. Nice, because it's been long I had this mate bond. I almost forgot how it worked. My first mate given to me by the moon goddess made me completely irritated by the sound of the word 'mate.' But that was a topic for another day. "So, how do we find her?" Isabella, my 99th concubine's voice reached me from the passenger seat as I drove the car ahead.

She knelt on the bed, using her hand to rub my chest as she began to unbutton my shirt, I grabbed her hand at first and she bent down. “Mate… It’s your mate” She purred into my ears and my eyes gleamed with delight. I wanted my mate. I wished she could be here with me. “Mate?” I muttered as he began stroking her hands and she smiled. I was sniffing the air, trying to get that familiar scent of peaches but I was getting another scent that broke my heart the most. “Yes, Wilder” She muttered and I began closing my eyes weakly. I just wanted sleep to consume me and take me forever. I never want to wake up again.