His Dirty Little Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Our Mate's in danger!” “We don't have a mate!” I growled, but I couldn't move, each time I would turn back to the room, worried at the sudden silence. The thought of another man's hands on her infuriated me the more and in seconds, I swiftly kicked down the door and made my way in. My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs.

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."

Cheating on my mother and asking me to cover for him like it was just another favor. “You’re a disgrace to this profession,” I said flatly. His head snapped toward me. “What the hell did you just say to me?” “You heard me. A man is in there fighting for his life and you’re too busy planning your disgusting affair to give a shit.” He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I should fire you right here and now.” I didn’t flinch. “Except you can’t. Because you need me.” I paused, then looked him square in the eye. “You’re very pathetic.”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

"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."

“That is okay.” Before the silence in the room could become uncomfortable and awkward, Dustin spoke. “Did you find him?” “Who?” I looked in his direction slightly confused as to what he was talking about. “Your mate. You said it was your mating night.” “Oh,” I mumbled in a low tone as my heart started pounding in my chest. The subject of mate made me feel uncomfortable inside seeing that my mate is his psychotic brother. “Um, no,” I shook my head. “Didn't get the chance to.”

She really is my mate. ***

Hell, I must be the daughter of Lucifer himself. Why such demonic thoughts? I couldn’t help but let out a groan as I realized the filthy ideas that were going through my head. “You are being quite naughty, mate.” Mate, this word again. Mate. What is it? A friend. But what the hell, we aren’t even friends with each other. Not even close. Aside from the fact that I want to fuck him, I don’t know anything else about him. The only thing I know about him is that I want to lure him into taking my virginity, but it seems like he wants to claim it himself without me having to do the luring. It’s almost as if I’m eating out of the palm of his hand, and he’s relishing every bite of it.