His Dirty Little Mate Novels & Stories

The woman asked the question in a low voice, but the sound was far too loud. "I am his mate—" "I do not recognize her, Becca." I rolled my eyes as I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were trying to warn me, but I did not wish to listen to him. "Artemis, please fucking leave right now," he ordered through the mind-linked connection, and he kept denying that I was his mate in front of her. "I am Blake's mate!" I shouted—I didn't anticipate that the song would stop playing, that everyone would hear my words, and that they turn around to face us.

I pushed down the dark thoughts that told me to march over to her and kiss her senseless to show everyone who she belonged to. I looked at her again, from head to toe and that’s when I saw it, her necklace had the mark of the American Mafia, that only the main family wore, and if that didn’t prove my suspicions right the man next to her did, he had the same golden hair as his father and the same eyes as his sister except where as his sister’s eyes were stunning, his eyes were cold and calculating. But I knew the minute I saw her that I had found my queen, now all I needed to do was wait and build a kingdom worthy of her.

It's so loud and so visceral, everyone just stops. "You have no right to take me away from my mate," he says and I swear my stomach just won an olympic gold metal with the summersaults it's doing. That's Mr Wolf right there, calling me his mate. I might pass out, "If you want to try, I will propose a challenge."

On the day she miscarried because her mate chose his ex, Rae's wolf went completely dormant from the trauma. That killed every ounce of love she had left for him. She was done playing his pathetic doormat. No more running his family's empire. No more grilling him about staying out all night. He left her locked in a freezing pack holding cell for nine whole days. Why? To baby-sit his childhood sweetheart through a "full moon panic attack" in a luxury mansion. Rae didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't even bother making a phone call. Then came day ten. Colton finally rolled up in his custom black Cadillac. He looked down at her with those golden wolf eyes, calling her dramatic. Rae just pu

« I have another problem. It’s money. My bag stayed in my car. Maybe I should go see Alpha or maybe I should call him and ask him to bring back my stuff. Do you have his phone number? » Aiyana who was starting to drink her honey milk spit everything she had in her mouth out. « You mean… Alpha Black’s number? No. Wait a minute! » She seemed to connect the dots and looked at her brother horrified. « Is it what I am thinking right now? » Mat looked at her blankly. « No ! Hell no! Is she his mate? » « That’s the same word Old Al’ used yesterday night! What is a mate by the way? » Bianca questioned again.

But the sight in front of him drained the life out of his body. Calvin. His mate is Calvin. The beta glared at his naked mate under him in disgust. He was frowning and looked like he was about to puke. "What the fuck?! " Calvin sneered, jumping away from the omega. Rain could only whimper as he watched his mate curse as he stood up. "This is not true, That thing is not my mate. No, never. This must be a joke," The beta mumbled as he walked towards his clothes. Rain got up when he saw his mate getting dressed. He ran towards his clothes and quickly put on his sweater and pants. His hands and lips were trembling as he did so.

“Since we can’t resist each other, I’ve thought of a solution. You can be mine, in secret of course, no one can ever find out. But, behind closed doors, we’ll have each other.” I stared at him, numb. His words sliced deeper than any blade. He didn’t want me, not as his mate. He wanted me as his dirty secret.

Sometimes, I think he has OCD. “You’re dirtying my sheets.” He grunted. I rolled my eyes. “So dramatic.” He sighs, turning to face me with his big arms propped against his chest. What now? “Tatum.” I raised a brow at him. “Are we playing one word guessing game I don’t know off?” “I’m serious.” “Then spill it! What’s going on with you, Atlas?” “Tatum… he’s…your mate?” He watches me with brows knit so close together.

Jav shouted. " keep your volume low, Knight. You don't have any authority here." She smiled. " you will not touch her, bitch" Damian shouted at her. " shhhh... mate , mate , mate... these fucking mates.. They are really my problem. Mates can never know the real meaning of love. You just have sexual attractions which you name love. Pathetic... anyways, I have special gift for you, Damian Black." she smirked. I was shivering. This wasn't going to be good, definitely not.

"You smell like mine." "Yours?" The word came out breathless. "What do you mean?" He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, something dark and possessive in his gaze. "You're my mate, little one." The world tilted for the second time today. "But... Rolex..." "Is also your mate." His thumb traced my bottom lip. "Just like me, Nathan and Sean.” My mind spun. Four mates? Was that even possible? "I don't understand."