His heavenly mate Novels & Stories

“He rejected me. He made his choice.” “And yet his blood runs in you.” Oya’s gaze bore into mine. “The mate bond does not sever with words. It gnaws. It binds. He may have cast you aside, but the Moon has tied you still.” The water shimmered again. This time, Dax’s face flashed in the vision—strained, hollow, his hand clutching his chest as if pierced by an unseen blade. Then it was gone. My stomach twisted. “What did I just see?”

“What exactly did she do?” I heave another sigh while massaging the space between my brows. “She announced to everyone that I am her mate and that’s not something I will tolerate, she has to pay for it” A look of surprise flashes through his face, “what? She is your mate? How is that even possible Athan? You have a mate? I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with any lady ever since she…” his voice trails off as I angrily slam my hand against the table.

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

he said, his voice tender as he caressed my cheek, "In ways you can't even imagine." As he spoke, I felt our bond tingle with warmth and a serene sense of understanding. Despite our struggles and the demons we each faced, we had found solace in each other. And I realized that my mother indeed had chosen the perfect mate for me, one who completed my lonely soul; our mate bond was no mistake made by gods above. In his arms, I found a sense of belonging and love I had never known before.

My mind swirled with words whispered by my heart. "Mate" The words echoed in my heard like a midnight joyful howl. I didn't think twice before engulfing her in a tight hug. Her soft hands squeezed me as tight as she could and I bent and buried my nose in her neck, inhaling deeply more of her sweet scent. It was heaven. Not that I had ever been there but if heaven could be equaled to anything on earth then it would be the feeling of being wanted wholeheartedly by my mate. My arms tightened protectively around her as I tried to pull her closer than possible.

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

Heaven had gone along the lake and crossed a bridge into the forest at a point, which is why Zeedar finds her after a few minutes of searching. Heaven, who was once stumbling through the forest, stops in her tracks once Zeedar slides in to block her path. He sniffs the air, noting the peony and lemon scent that always clung to her. Now he’s more certain Heaven is his mate. But he doesn’t like the feeling he has around her—this magnetic sensation that will soon morph into attraction. He detests it to his bones, as he doesn’t want to be caged in a bond that will render him partly vulnerable to his mate.

He cums deep within me, causing both Hakeem and I to answer with our own orgasms. Hakeem rolls to the right of me, followed by Gael rolling to the left. “Mi hermoso cielo,” Gael whispers against my skin. “Ok, I know that you are calling me beautiful, but what is mi cielo?” I ask. He chuckles. “My heaven.” I smile and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I like it.” Hakeem nuzzles into my side. I groan at the feeling of the sparks marching up and down my skin from where my mates touch me.

Dressed in a gossamer gown long flowing silver white hair smiling at him. ''Hello my child!" I am happy to see your heart changing. Mates are sacred a bond so strong two souls connect. It goes beyond the love of the heart! You will need your mate. She will make you stronger. And you will be better with her than you can ever be without her.

Brishor completed her sentence. Color rose to her cheeks and she nodded. He brushed her auburn hair on her forehead away and said, “Because you are our mate and you are the most beautiful woman.” For a long time, she stared in his emerald eyes. “Mate?” She didn’t understand. “What is a mate?” “Someone with whom you bond at a deeper level. It is like your souls that are intertwined for this life and beyond. We three are mates.” Chezzal took her small hand in his and compared her petite ones with his large ones. “So beautiful,” he breathed and kissed them.