His Mate His Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He had a serious look on his face and appeared as if whatever they were talking about was indeed serious, however, the girl was giggling half of the time and I felt my wolf nearly jump through my skin when she touched my mate's arm. I took in the appearance of the girl, briefly looking her up and down. Her hair was short only reaching to her shoulders, hair black as the night. She wore a rather very short skirt and provocative top, I snarled mentally at the thought of her trying to get the attention of my mate. My mate. 'This bitch better know our mate is ours alone,' Patrice growled. I just cleared my throat to catch their attention and my mate's eyes darkened as he scanned my body.

He smirks at me as he says it again. “You insolent dummy, you can’t even do something right,” he says, scoffing as I hear a familiar female voice. “Good morning, sweetie,” she says lovingly. I lift my head to see him and his mate locking lips and kissing each other. They are kissing in front of all the members. How I wish I could find my mate as well. I will be the happiest girl on earth. (Ava’s inner thinking). (Mate.) (A mate is a person given to you by the moon goddess. Your true match and the person you are destined to be with forever. Your one and only true love).

He walked to me and held my shoulder. “If you truly want to see that day, you have to gain the happiness of your mate, you have to make her love you to the extent of being able to cross the mines for you,” he said, and that only made my confusion more tangled. “Why that?” I asked and he cleared his throat. “I will just need you to open your ears and listen attentively,” he said and I nodded, ready to listen to all that he had to say. Why do I have to gain my mate's happiness before my 23rd birthday? And why I still feel the mate bond even after rejecting her.

Girlfriend “I know what you are thinking, And when you use the word pushed him away, I don’t see how I am pushing him away, first of all, we are not dating and secondly, he didn’t tell me if he wants me to be his girlfriend, and he is not even my mate, what if his mate appears? Maybe it’s not me pushing him away but it’s me, saving myself from getting hurt and him too.” “yes you are not his mate, have you ever thought that there is a word called chosen mate.” I tittered pushing his shoulder playfully.

He seemed so oblivious to it, so unaffected? “Is it one sided?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. His demonic smile returned, taking a faint position at the corner of his mouth as he cocked his head in question. “The mate bond.” I clarified. “Am I the only one feeling it then?” He pushed away from the chair, rising to his full height. He strolled backwards, his gaze still on mine. And then he whistled. In a second, two bulky figures wearing those same masks barged into the room. He tossed the black bag to one of the guys as he passed him.

Also, I told him that we would talk after I got up. So here I was. Calling my only boyfriend. "He's an asshole." Matthew cursed after I told him everything that happened yesterday, including how meaningful that spot for me. "How could he still manage that place when he has his mate by his side? I bet his mate doesn't know about it." It didn't crossed my mind to ask Brandon that. "I don't know." "Yes. You better not know or you will only feel guilty for his mate." I grimaced hearing the truth in his words.

His other hand stayed on my waist as he needed me there like he didn’t want to let go, and I didn’t want to either. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “This is my girlfriend,” he said, nodding toward me and I smiled. I leaned up and kissed his lips quickly before turning back to the woman. “You heard him right,” I said sweetly. “I’m his girlfriend, his choice, his love.” Her fingers curled into fists. “And this,” Daniel said slowly, “is my mate. Marie.” The word hit me like a slap. Mate. The room spun. Now, it was her turn to smile, it was slow, cruel, and victorious. “Yes,” she said. “His fated mate. You’re just a phase.”

he says. " Blue," I say right back. " Like my eyes." " Yes, like your eyes," I said, grinning. "OK, next question," he says, grinning as well. " Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" I ask. " No I haven't. My mother told me when I was young that mates were made to be your soul mate, that no one would ever be better or even compare to what your mate would be like. I wanted a girlfriend in my young teen years, but I didn't ask anyone out, and I turned down those who asked me out. I thought my mom used to be wrong, but now that I'm older and I've met you. I realize that she was right all along," he says. I can't help but to smile sweetly at him.

his lips slowly aimed for mine and my heartbeat increased in anticipation. Until something snapped inside me and I forced myself out of his grip. “I can't be your lover. Don't you get it?!” I yelled, putting a good and healthy amount of distance between us. Steadying my racing heart and hoping he can't smell my arousal. “Why not?” I scoffed at how ridiculous that question was. “I have a mate.” “What mate? The one cheating on you? The one fucking your sister, that mate?” “He promised to end it…”

“My Mate and girlfriend.” Mate. That word hit like a knife under the ribs. The word shattered me. No. No, no, no. This wasn’t right. He was mine. He consoled me when I cried about not shifting. He told me I wasn’t broken. He held me through my fears. Every late-night call. Every forehead kiss. Every almost. It wasn’t just care and comfort. It was love. Wasn’t it? But now, with his hand on her hip and that look in his eyes… I realized—