Romans & histoires His Golden Mate

Chapter 31: Oil In Fire He cowered back at the corner, hearing my growl. How dare he bring my mate into this mess? I clutched his neck and hurled him over the wall. A loud scream interrupted the ruling calmness of the cellar. “No, No… I am telling you the truth. Ask that fae, is her aura golden or not?” He said in scooting away, and my steps halted at the mention of Orson. I glanced at him, who turned his face away from me while nodding at empty, making everyone understood the meaning of his unspoken words. She had a golden aura.

"Now I know that not all mates cause horrible pain like that but I need to know if having a mate is worth taking that risk." "It is," he says softly, a tiny grin on his lips. "Finding your mate is kinda like finding your other half—as stupid as that sounds. They make you laugh. They make you feel strong and beautiful. They make you feel protected. They do whatever it takes to make you happy. They give you whatever it is you need the most—whatever's been missing from your life." I tilt my head, peering at him with a small smile. "And what was missing from your life?"

'Whatever you say my Golden Goddess,' Matthan coos like the lovesick pup he is. Being bonded to Jennifer means I can see Beatrix through her eyes, and it’s a shame they can’t shift because she’s stunning. The most beautiful fluffy golden blonde coat, that I can just imagine would be so gorgeous to touch. I can’t imagine being unable to shift, but they seem very content with how they are. I just wish I could hold Beatrix the way Jennifer can hold Matthan, which I know he loves. Who wouldn’t? Sometimes we take her for runs on our back, and just feeling her fingers in his fur is one of the most incredible sensations in the world. Definitely in the top five.

His eyes were that impossible blue, but there was gold flickering in them now. “I need you to know—what you are to me—you’re not just someone I love. You’re—” He stopped, his breath catching, his whole body going rigid. “Frost?” I touched his face, concerned. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, in fact everything’s just right.” He said with a jolt, the gold in his eyes intensifying. “You’re—Jackson Hayes, you’re my mate. The one the goddess chose for me.” I felt my breath catch. “What?”

It was beautiful and for the first time I accepted death before I was even told I was dying. The third golden braided connection was far more painful. His name was Damian, his fated mate was Hera and his golden connection was Justin. Justin had actually already lost his fated. You could see the red thread broken from him but the golden one was still strong. Damian was your typical Alpha. Headstrong, pole up his ass, Alpha. His fated mate, Hera, was supposed to be fully mated to him in a week.

Hard. Pine, rain, something dark, wild and masculine and so overwhelmingly right that I actually staggered. "What...?" I looked up at Damien again and his eyes, completely gold now locked onto mine. And I knew. The world narrowed to just the two of us. The pack, the clearing, the ceremony it all faded into background noise. There was only him. Only those golden orbs and the invisible thread I could suddenly feel binding us together. Mate. The word echoed in my mind, in my very soul. Undeniable.

"I would have postponed this but I figured you'd be more comfortable if you knew what was happening. If you understood." I nodded again. He was spot on. "Well, I'm not sure how much you remember about our conversations. To start, do you recall what a 'mate' is?" "Like a girlfriend," I answered. He smiled a little. "Not quite, Jade. A mate is a soulmate to us. It means the goddess saw something in both of us that would match us perfectly to each other. It's much more than just a title. It's a soul-tie." I gulped. Soulmate?

Each of their lives were forfeit once they crossed our borders, so they were bound to die either during or after the fight. The fourth one hightailed it away, but I saw Dad take it down. A yelp of pain was the last sound it ever made. Titan quickly turned around, looking for the golden wolf. Whose wolf was it? We’d never seen it before. Everything stood still the moment that their eyes connected. It was undeniable. The golden wolf was our mate. We felt the bond snap into place, tying our souls together as mates. No… Why in the fuck would our mate show up right now? Don’t get me wrong. I was thankful that they saved us, but I had just told Violet that I loved her. She was waiting for me to co

she yelled when he turned to walk away. “She is my mate!” Edward yelled now, his eyes glazing red as they landed upon Genevieve. “Now think about what I would have done to you if you had really hurt her.” “No,” Genevieve couldn’t believe what she heard. The mating mark she had seen earlier kept flashing in her mind. Although her mind had told her what it meant when she saw it which was why she attacked and wanted to kill her but she had still refused to believe the possibility and now hearing him confirm it almost drove her mad. “You must be out of her mind. Have you longed for a mate for so long that you would take anyone in as your mate? If so, then what about me? Why not take me? I have d

“What if he hurts me too?…” “Oh, sweet child.” I pulled herself a little closer and patted her gently. “The Goddess wouldn’t do that to you. Mate’s are supposed to be your other half; someone who compliments your soul and brings out the best in you. Sure, they’re mates who are not the best towards others, but that’s because like matches like.”