Hes My Mate Novels & Stories

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

"What aren't you telling me?What exactly did he say to you that day by the back entrance? You never told me." My fingers twisted the wrapper of my juice box. "He said something weird. Just one word, actually." I hesitated, then figured what the hell. "He called me his 'mate.'" Amy's water bottle crashed to the floor. "What?" she squeaked, then quickly looked around before whispering, "He called you his WHAT?" "His mate," I repeated, lower this time. "I don't even know what that means, but ever since he said it, everything's been... different. Like there's this pull whenever he's around, and I can't—"

she said, her voice heavy with concern. My heart skipped a beat as I struggled to process this new revelation. Mysterious drugs? What did she mean by that? I wracked my brain, trying to remember if I had been injected with anything during the attack, but nothing came to mind. The uneasiness I felt was growing, and Selene seemed to sense it. "Ryan is indeed your true mate. I too was surprised to know that you've bonded quite well with him," she said with a satisfied smirk. I stared at Selene in shock, my jaw dropping to the floor as she finished her proclamation.

I really don't think that I'll be able to sleep this night if I don't get him off my mind. "Oh right mom, I haven't had the chance to tell you yet but I found my mate mom! Do you believe it? I actually did find my mate! He's an Alpha of the other pack and well....let's just say our relationship is tense"

There was no way in heaven and on the earth, that Zayne didn't know we were mates. "Do you know me?" My voice a pitch higher, I was getting pissed and very mad. "Are you honestly asking if you know me? Of course you do, we are mates!" Gasps echoed throughout the hallway and people started murmuring. "He's your mate?! Zayne Marshall is your mate?!" Madison echoed, I didn't have to look at her to know that her eyes were widened in shock. "Lia, what do you mean he's your mate? Are you sure he's--"

Jasper asked her. She got flustered and she coughed a bit. "That's not... I'm not even bullying her. You have no idea what happened so don't jump into conclusions." He nodded, "Right. You think she took your man away from you despite knowing he's not your mate... Isn't it mate?" Mate? Leo and I looked at each other in shock. "What? W-what is this guy saying? Who's your mate?" Cassie stuttered, trying to hide it.

And then something happened that I had no words for. It started in my chest, a pulling, blooming ache, like a wound opening and healing at the same time. It spread through my ribs and down my spine and into my fingertips where they were still clutching his shirt. The air between us changed, and I felt it so deeply that my eyes filled with tears before I even understood what it was. The mate bond. I had heard the elders describe it. I had thought I understood it. I had not understood it at all. "Finn," I whispered. My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way.

“Oh, right, the voice is back. Congrats, you sound as ugly as you look, still doesn’t make you a keeper.” “I’m her mate.” I snap and immediately regret it simply because I just proved to him that Tate managed to get under my skin. “So are we,” Hayes points out and steps closer. “All four of us, genius. You saw the mate threads connect us, don’t stand there acting like yours is the only one that counts.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, as if she was relieving some tension, I watched as her mouth whispered a word that shook me. "Mate." I had another mate?

"Once we get the mate certificate, we'll be legal mates, but the ceremony is all just for show. As for marking, that can happen anytime — it doesn't have to be during the ceremony." He was busy planning to hunt a fox pelt for my sister, Sophia Harrington, because she mentioned feeling cold when going out in winter. At this moment, he kept glancing at his phone, his expression showing signs of restlessness. My fingertips gently traced the smooth paper as I suppressed the bitterness in my heart. "If you have something to do, go ahead. I'll finish filling this out and submit it myself." He visibly relaxed and spoke to me with a rare tone of gentleness, "Don't worry. You'll be my legal mate from