His Mate, His Enemy Novels & Stories

After a little while I had fully calmed down as he pulls his forehead from mine. "Now you've calmed down we can talk, yes you are correct about me being a werewolf but there's one thing you don't know" he tells me his hands moving down my arms to hold my hands "you're my mate" he simply tells me where my mouth just hangs open, what in the heck is he talking about?!

Gasps were audible and everyone, including the Alpha, felt shocked. “Mate” Clarissa growled, coming forward, and for the first time since the incident, we were one. He’s my mate, my fucking mate. On instinct, I rushed into the ring. Making sure he’s okay is all I can think about. Reaching him, I cupped his face “You’re my mate” He states, barely conscious “I am” “Clarissa I” He starts to say but passes out before he could finish. Four of the fighters lifts him up, and I just stood there and watched as they take him to the emergency room.

I look at him. "That's not why it won't work," I say. He waits. "It won't work because you don't want it to." Something settles in his expression. "No," he says. "I don't." He reaches for me in the dark, his hand finding my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone the way he does when he's finished talking and ready to show instead. "I have exactly one mate," he says. "I have had exactly one mate. I will have exactly one mate." His mouth finds mine. "Everything else is just people standing next to windows."

“He was my father’s friend. Before all this. He used to visit our pack when I was a kid. Brought gifts. Books about wolves, about science. He made me believe we could be more than what we were.” Dante turned toward him. “You trusted him.” Aiden nodded. “Until he tried to turn me into a weapon.” The silence that followed was heavier than the snow. Dante reached out and rested a hand on Aiden’s arm—steady, grounding. “He didn’t win then. He won’t win now.” Aiden exhaled slowly. “You really believe that?” “I have to,” Dante said. “Because if I stop believing, I stop fighting. And if I stop fighting, he wins twice.”

“You are home.” “Shut up!” If he says that one more time, I might go into a rage and beat him to a pulp. “This. is. not. my. home.” I emphasise with a growl. “I don’t know you, I don’t know any of you. Do you know what you have done? Who you have made an enemy of? You will all be dead when my mate finds out what you have done.” “What mate?” The second male asks suddenly, stepping forward with his brows lowered into a frown. The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine and when I meet his eyes, I have a sudden vision, a memory, or something like it that floats to the fore of my brain.

Just when I thought of something to say, Damian’s posture tensed as he looked at her and said; “Mate!” I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly but before I could ask again, he took mighty long strides and left. I stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. I am his mate?! How is that even possible? We hate each other!

“Mate?” I whispered while he still held me closed to him. I wanted to ask what did he mean by mate? I have read a few novels and if they were all true, mate meant soulmates. Was it true? Was he my soulmate? I could still feel the tingles all over my body and the heat that embraced me when he was close. My wide eyes searched his for answers but his eyes only showed rage. I discovered that he didn’t like me being his mate but it was not my fault or was it?

he said, walking to the heart monitor before yanking the cords from it as Indie’s heart quickens. “I-I thought this would’ve satisfied you,” she said as Mateo turned to her with raised eyebrows, “I think you meant yourself, sister, after all, you do love the little runt,” he said, causing Indie’s eyes to widen, her face turning pale, “You’re mistaken, I don’t love him, he’s the enemy,” she tried to defend herself, but her words just went through Mateo’s ear and came out the other, “You’re right, he is the enemy, they’re the enemy, but that didn’t stop our little sister, didn’t it, and now she’s dead,” he said as tears filled Indie’s eyes.

"Anytime, boss. Anytime." "Quill is no match for me," I murmured to myself. “I don’t consider him a threat. He only enrages me. How can my mate be engaged to another man? Ava is supposed to be mine! I can’t stand to see her with another. I just can't! I want to be the only one who has her attention and affection.” I growl deep in my throat. “No, I’m a warrior; I can’t allow my emotions to control me all the time.”