His Dirty Little Mate Novels & Stories

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

Michelle started crying softly. “I find that hard to believe.” Councilman Mitch stated, clearly not buying her act. “Why did you take Jared to be your chosen mate?” Councilmen Damian asked. “My mate died recently and I didn’t want to die alone.” Michelle cried harder. “Who was your mate?” Councilman Tyler asked. “His name was Frank.” Michelle said in a whisper, clearly she didn’t want that announced. I felt Jaxson stiffen beside me. I was so confused, why is this a big deal who her mate was? I am missing something here. “Who is Frank?” I asked Jaxson, via mind-link.

I looked at her in shock, but her grin only grew wider. "I knew you would like it. I got the best one in the store just for you. It will keep that cunt active till it finds its rightful owner." She bought me a fucking rose. How am I supposed to hide this in my room? That should be the least of my worries. What if my mum finds it? She will skin me alive. But the mastermind of this still looked completely unbothered. I can't even complain. I brought this upon myself. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Mira taps my hand. I look at her, confused, until she points at something. I follow her gaze

Mate Mate Mate The words kept ringing in his head. No other woman could take his roughness in his bed and still sneak out the next morning. No woman except A. She is special woman. 'And our mate' His Werecat chips in. Jor agrees with his Werecat. He has got to find her and mark her as his. Giving her the Mate bite that would bound them forever.

But all was in vain as he tightened his clutches even more and bit out menacingly, “Make no mistakes, Little Princess, and snap out of any delusion you might be in because…” A chill ran down my spine as he paused. My eyes traveled up to his face and a tremor coursed through me as I looked into the dark pits of his eyes, “Even though I can’t hurt you physically because you are my mate,” he spat out the word ‘mate’ like it was a fatal poison on his tongue.

our little conversation was interrupted by Alpha Black's angry voice "I arrived a few minutes back when I smelt my mate, I found her dad, I found her after waiting so long for her" my mate answered, the happiness in his voice made me all warm from inside "Who is your mate?" Alpha Black asked I was worried how he would react "She is here, right beside me" my mate answered with a smile and placed a kiss on my forehead "She is your mate?" he asked, his anger appeared on his face once again "Yes dad, isn't she beautiful" he said and I blushed because my mate thought I am beautiful

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

As I pause in my cleaning my hand rubs the spot over my chest as it continues to call to her. “I'm not one to mince words so i'm just going to state things plain and true. You are fucking up with your mate” he says. I look him in his eyes as he says the words. I know that what he is saying is true but I want to know what really gave him the audacity. I lean my weight against the broom as I ponder how to take this conversation. He is happy with his mate. I have even heard that they have a child. Everyone here who has met their mate seems to be happy. It may not be too bad to have a conversation. Hell, at this point I pretty much need all the help that I can get.

Then Hale added, almost casually, “You need a mate.” My stomach did something unpleasant. Mate. The word wasn’t romantic the way humans used it. It sounded… official. Like a job title. Like a contract. My mind jumped—unwanted—to Maddox’s hand on my waist yesterday. The heat. His face when he’d shut his eyes like he was wrestling something down. My pulse kicked in my throat. Mate. What the hell was a mate? Was this a wolf term for “wife”? “Political partner”? “Breeding program”? Something worse?