His Mate And His Mistress Novels & Stories

"Where's your mistress? What — she dumped you now that you've got nothing?" Damien struggled harder. "What are you talking about? I don't have a mistress! My feelings for Aria are real!" "She's just mad at me. Don't try to drive us apart!" I walked up to him. My voice was quiet. "This is my family's home, Damien. You don't get to cause a scene here." "Our mate bond is dissolved. Don't come looking for me again." Tears welled in his eyes. "Aria, I swear I didn't mean to betray you. Vivienne was a mistake — you're the only one I've ever loved."

Cassian went very still. The room seemed to tighten around him, as if the walls themselves were listening. “What did you just say?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. His wolf shifted just beneath the skin, pressure rolling off him in sharp, unstable waves. The lights along the observation bay flickered faintly. Virel didn’t flinch. “Your mate,” he repeated. “You crossed paths once, Briefly. Something in Cassian’s eyes broke. Riven’s head snapped toward Cassian. “That’s impossible. Cassian would have felt…”

"You are not just some mistress. You’re not a distraction. You are my mate." The words hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. "And," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "you’re Raphael’s mate too." The room seemed to spin as his confession sank in. My heart raced, my mind reeling. How was that even possible?

“You can be my wife or my mistress.” Immediately I begin to shake my head. “No.” He’s lost his damn mind that’s for damn sure. “No isn't an option. Besides, it’s time you made yourself useful around here. Seeing as you’ve been fucking Logan. Which means you can only be my mistress” “ Logan will be back and you won’t like what he would do” my voice hard. “You see, a lot will keep him busy. You’ll be my mate before he comes back. I was more than willing to make you my wife until you turned yourself into a whore.”

“You are my mate. The bond has been pulling me toward you since the day you came of age. I followed it across four states to find you. Please — I’m asking you to accept me.” She took a step back. Looked at him. Looked at his face, kneeling in the grass of her dream-clearing, completely serious. “What’s a mate?” she said carefully. “Like — a partner? A… sexual partner?” Something crossed his face that might have been amusement, briefly. “A person can have many partners. They have only one mate. It’s a gift from the Goddess — the other half of your soul. There’s no substitute and no replacement. You either find them or you spend your life without them.”

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.

I jumped hearing his sudden outburst, I had somehow tapped into his mind, again, unfortunately. "Well if you may know my dear Isabella. I unfortunately have had bitter-runs in with choosing my mates to claim, a very unpleasant tale to tell with you being the most recent. I'm sure you understand the distinction between a mate and a claimed human." My cheeks flushed hearing that he had wanted to mate with me but I quickly cleared my throat before continuing. "A mate is perceived as a companion, not a pet." I gave away what I had.

He said and I could swear I saw a twinge of fear and disgust in his eyes as he spoke of her. "She wanted us to bring her the Freki's mate, but my foolish men brought you instead." He said and scowled at the closed door. My vision blurred, a blank calm stealing over my mind slowly as I looked at him. The Freki's mate. The Freki was Devon but.. he didn't have a mate? Or did he? My eyes widened as her name flashed through my mind. Nesta was Devon's mate and this mistress, whoever she was, wanted Nesta dead.

According to my brother, and also to some of the rogues who managed to escape their faith, those who are sitting on the front row are all Alphas. My heart beat even faster. Does this mean... my mate is an Alpha? I shake my head mentally. This can't be! I am a rogue. And moon goddess would never let a rogue be an Alpha's mate. I look at him with a worried expression crossing all over my face. What did he do that made the moon goddess partner him with a rogue slave? And what did I do to be a mate of an Alpha? I glued my eyes to him only to realize that he is staring back at me.

"We should make your dream come true. Do you want that?" I don't answer only close my eyes and let myself enjoy the way his hands roamed my body. He lifts me up with ease placing me on his desk then stepping in between my parted legs. I reached to touch him but he doesn't let me. He keeps both my hands behind my back in his grip. "What does being your Mate mean?" I ask suddenly keeping my eyes shut. I feel his soft lips on my exposed neck kissing and sucking. "It means you're Mine. Only mine and you won't be able to be with another Man except me."