His heavenly mate Novels & Stories

“What do you mean yours? I don’t belong to anyone.” He reached up and tucked a loose hair behind my ear. The motion was careful and gentle. It made my cheeks burn and my breath catch. He watched my face with a strange intensity. “You are my mate,” he said softly. “The moon goodess gave us to each other. She bound me to you. You and I are two halves.” My knees felt unsteady at that. I wanted to laugh, to cry....to run. “Mate,” I repeated. The word sounded absurd and horrible and oddly bright. “You can’t be serious. I don’t want this. I don’t want you. Let me go now.”

"A mate is a piece of your soul you need to survive once identified. It becomes a need, a want, a necessity. Try as you might, you can avoid it as much as you want, but unless you are heartless or you reject the bond, you will always gravitate towards them. Your mate is your soul, the other part that magnets the one in you towards it to complete it. As long as you are not consumed by darkness, it's inevitable. Do you understand this, my flower?"

“I will follow you even to hell.” “I love you more. And I hope we avoid hell. I much prefer heaven. And you know you taste like heaven,” he replied, sliding down a little, licking her folds. Her giggles quickly turned to moans. She was lost in overwhelming pleasure, not realizing she wasn’t completely wrong—and soon, she would have to follow her mate almost to hell.

her words dripping defensively, but I could see right through her, and I knew she hadn't said it all. "So, what is it about?" I asked, my words wrapped with warmth. "I just want to know..." She trailed off for a fleeting second, "When will you finally find your mate, someone you can finally be with?" She finally let it out, her words tumbling out after another. "This pack needs a Luna, and no doubt, you need a mate. You can't just be there since you lost your previous mate; it's been years already," she said, her tone transforming into that of a childlike, laced with emotional blackmail.

Heaven's POV I sat on the toilet seat, blinking slowly, my brain out of focus. Over and over, my mind replayed the words Damien spoke to me. “Nothing that ever comes from you will bother me. In fact, I crave every piece of you. Your blood, your body, your scent. I want all of you. Do you understand, Heaven?” No, I didn't understand. I didn't understand the look of adoration I saw in his eyes during breakfast or the passion he constantly glanced at me with. I didn't understand…him.

mate. Temporary mate, but I don't care, it's him. And he's now looking down at me with such intense eyes. Oh, my heart. "You are mine," he states. My heart goes crazy, "Logic be damned, you belong to me. As my mate. The Moon Goddess might not think so, but I do. We are mates.”

The sheath tapped my arm—barely. "What happened to your face?" Voice sharp, cut-glass serious. His icy stare sliced straight through me. I met those deep blue eyes—and saw it. The memory. Him storming the dungeon bloodied and wild, holding my dead body like it broke him. He went rogue for me. "It's nothing." I forced a smile, tried to hide the bruise. Kain scoffed, sliding between us. "Cayce, Eve's my problem. Don't stress." He squared up. "She's about to be my mate. I've got it handled."

He winked at me, "You know we're just teasing you! I'm sure we're all confused by what we just saw of you, but there's no undoing it now! ....haha... You know you'll still be able to listen to this in ten years?' I shook my head. We walked back to the car and I was happy to finally be able to end the evening. Dwayne actually got this girl's number and was grinning from ear to ear. “Her name is Deborah! ... Such a beautiful girl I tell you ... Unfortunately, she already had to go. She still goes to » Heaven« with a few people ! Do we want to go away too? I'll let my dad know we're going to Heaven , okay?” Dan nodded and grinned at him.

“Would you have done better if you were her mate?” “Yes!” I responded without even thinking about it. “If Amanda were my mate, heaven knows that I would love and cherish her. I would give her all the happiness in the world.” I said truthfully and saw something flicker in Matthew's eyes which I couldn’t quite understand, but it was soon replaced by his angry look. “Unfortunately, Amanda is not yours but mine,” he said the painful truth to my face. “But I believe you have your mate, the woman who saved your life, so why don’t you go look for her? Why did you stop searching for her?”

It was the heaviest rain in a long while and for some reason, it felt like the sky was crying for the loss of the last Original. Author's note Hello dears, Author here, this is the end of His Mate. You can follow me on I*******m as @goodnessshadrach in order to know when the book 2; His Mate: The Demon King would start. Thank you all so much for your love on this story, I wish you would join me on the second installment. Looking forward to see you in I*******m :)