His Mate And His Mistress Novels & Stories

He walked to me and sat on the bed before taking my hands in his. "You're confused right?" He asked and I nodded my head. "Listen carefully. You are my mate." If he thought that was an explanation, then that didn't do much...I was still confused. "What's a mate?" I asked. "A mate is someone the moon goddess has destined for you. The person is your other half and you feel immense joy when you're with them." "So like lovers?" "Yeah. Destined lovers." He added. I didn't know what to feel about this, but I still went with the flow.

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

“I’m sorry. I only said that since it was the easiest thing to say. As my mistress, we can stay together, no matter what happens. I can protect you, as you are mine.” But he could choose to make me his mate, not his mistress. So, why couldn’t he choose me as his mate? Even after a century passed, even after being given a second chance, the second life, did I not deserve him?

I narrowed my eyes at him “What does Romeo have to do with any of this?” He was silent. “You are hiding something” it was a statement. Christopher heaved a sigh “Romeo is my mate” I was shocked. “What did you say?” I asked. “Romeo is my mate” he repeated again I scoffed. “That is not possible he is supposed to be Marlene’s mate” “Well he is but he is also my mate and Marlene is my mate as well. All of this is just too fucking complicated to explain” he said.

He was mine and I was his. His mate. His Luna.

I entered my room to see Kara there, she had been locking the windows and Changed the sheets to a new one, She looked like she was in a hurry, to do so “ hello dear, do you need anything else to eat I can tell the servants to cook you something” “ oh no Kara thank you,… Kara?” I called to her as I sat on the bed, “ what is a true mate?” “ oh dear, a true mate, is a mate the moon goddess had bestowed and blessed to a person, a destiny, they aren’t Betrothed mates by law, but they would call to one another like a song” she explained carrying the old sheets

Mate Mate Mate The words kept ringing in his head. No other woman could take his roughness in his bed and still sneak out the next morning. No woman except A. She is special woman. 'And our mate' His Werecat chips in. Jor agrees with his Werecat. He has got to find her and mark her as his. Giving her the Mate bite that would bound them forever.

"If I don't kill him first." I glared at him. "Don't worry. I won't kill you." A strand of my curls fell between his fingers, and he twirled it, rearing the marks on my neck. "I will turn you into my mistress for the rest of your pathetic life. I will give you so much pleasure you'll forget your brute of a mate like a distant memory." Disgust expanded throughout my veins diluting with my blood. "Y-You have a pregnant mate." I found out earlier when he kissed a woman with a possessive hand over her stomach before performing the vows.

The question seems to take him on awareness, his eyes remain on the road. “Your plaything, prisoner.” My pitch started to increase. “Or your mate,for God knows what that means.”The heart that was swayed with love and pleasure suddenly darkened with pain and lust. Mate, the most frequent word amongst Ansel’s friends. Some think I will make a good mate while others like Sophia and maybe Maureen thinks I wasn’t good enough. In my search for answers I did research on who a mate was and it brought out the most brazen meaning relating to animals and sexual patterns and also I read an article about people who are called mates are usually involved in some kind of dominance and submissive sexual prac

“One day you will be telling everyone I am Aconite!” “And I will protect you,” he vowed. “You mean by keeping me as your mistress?” I asked, the word tasting like poison. He gently lifted me onto his lap. “You are the only one for me, Mi Alma,” he murmured, before kissing me slowly with a lot of feeling. I looked into his eyes after pulling away. “So are you really going to marry her?” “I have to,” he replied. “You know, we can drop this all and disappear,” I said desperately.