Hes My Mate Novels & Stories

Zane stepped forward until he was infront of me, and before I could ask again, he bent one knee and sank down. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked sharply. His grin was gone. He looked… earnest. I hated it. “I want to ask you something,” he said. “I’m not good at subtle, so I’ll just say it. Be my mate.” The world tilted under me. Mate? Mate??! Not just… dating. Not partners. A mate. Mates are for supposedly for life. Mates are… everything. I stared down at him, words catching in my throat. “Zane—what?”

Move your fucking ass! Zeff words startled me for a moment. After all this time was my mate really here? I quickly parked the car where I was instructed to. I leapt out of the Jeep, not even turning it off. She was here, I could feel the pull. I prayed my mate felt the pull as well. As I raced inside the open door the pull became stronger. I followed it until I finally saw her, my mate. "Dude what the hell?" Xander said catching up. "My mate." She turned as I said the words and smiled at me.

I guess after that, I won’t be much interested in parties and birthday cake. I left my dads to handle Mom and head over to the main table, where Matthew is looking around. “Lose someone?” I ask, chuckling. “You know I’m looking for my mate,” he says. “And I don’t see her. That’s not fair. You have Rylee already.” I shrug. “I don’t know for sure she’s my mate yet, but I’m pretty sure. I know you’ll find yours soon. Don’t worry.” “Easy for you to say,” he says.

He snaps. I'm taken aback by his outburst and step back. "What is wrong with you?!" I shout. His attitude is not what I expected. "What's wrong with me?! You're what's fucking wrong with me! You go and pull that shit with all my friends here!" He shouts back. "Why do you even care what I do!" "I care because you are my fucking mate and you fucking belong to me." He yells and I do a double take. What the hell is a mate?

Matteo's Pov "She's my mate" I gulp my glass of whisky while Quinn stood there speechless. Jay look back and forth between the two of us. I sigh pushing away the empty glass and ordering another one. "No she isn't your mate" she shook her head as if what I'm saying is not true. "Well suit yourself but Adassah is my mate whether you like it or not" I push myself away from the bar and stood up to go home, forgetting about my drink.

Unfortunately, the mind-link doesn't work that way. "Honestly, I don't know her well. I was still underage at that time and only knew she was the Luna of my brother's friend." Hannah began her words. "I don't even know her." Alexia chimed in. "I might be the one because we met our mate almost the same time." It was Greta speaking. "Eve was a nice lady. She did well at her role as Luna and Zurin's mate." She continued before smiling guiltily. "I'm sorry, Carla."

he replies, his voice low and husky with emotion. My breath is caught in my throat, my mind struggling to process his words. Mate? The word echoes in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. "What?" I blurt out, my voice filled with disbelief. "We're mates?" Hugh nods solemnly, his gaze never leaving me. "Yes, Anastasia. When a werewolf finds their mate, they feel a thrilling sensation through touch, and an even greater kind of sensation through a kiss. It's a bond that goes beyond words, beyond reason. And I've felt it with you since the moment we met."

"That bitch is mine! She's my mate so stay out of this!" I snarl and dig my nails into the ground. Until she decides to reject me, if she does, Hazel is my mate. Mine and mine alone! And she's definitely no bitch! 'Get away from MY mate, rogue scum!' His eyes widen at my declaration and it's then that I pounce.

"Yeah, buddy. You’ll be seeing more of me." Then I saw the slight panic across his mother's face and chuckled. Married or not, she was my mate. Mates were meant to be together; nothing—especially not her evil husband would change that. Left alone with her, the silence thickened. She sat rigidly, biting her lip like a nervous energy cracker. My gaze drank her in, every inch of her body, every curve that once belonged to me. Desire surged through my veins, and the mate bond pulled us into a silent battle of wills. Our eyes locked, neither one of us willing to back down.

He pulls me up further in his arms so that I am leaning more over his chest as he slides his hand on my cheek and says, “You are the only female besides one other that I have had here.” I knew I wasn’t that special and a small pain goes through my heart at that realisation. However, curiosity got the better of me and I ask, “May I ask who?” I am surprised when tears shimmer in his eyes just for a moment before he takes a deep breath and whispers, “My mate.” His mate… He has a mate...