His Mate Novels & Stories

I glance at Bane, who is focused on the road, clearly annoyed that I opened his window. "Do you have a mate?" he asks, losing focus and nearly causing an accident. "Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" I remind him as he continues driving. "So, do you have a mate?" "Why? Do you want to be my mate?" "Of course! That would make me the happiest woman in the world. But no, I don’t want to be tied to you in any way in this life. I wouldn’t drink from you even if you were the last drop of water on Earth," I reply sarcastically.

He did not want to interfere with Zenith’s secret matters but the secrets he was keeping were too much for him alone. “And what is it you are insinuating?” He asked him, still pretending not to know what he was talking about. “Zenith, will you make this easier?” Mathias asked him, tired already. Zenith pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are right. That slave is my mate.” He told him through the mind link and Mathias reared back in shock, his eyes widening as he processed the words. His lips parted as he stared at his King who was more than a King to him. A brother. A friend. Mate. Mate.

He placed me on my feet once he had pulled out of me and said "I have more I want to do but that will be good for now." Holy fuck my mate is an animal!

He was treating me well, better than before because he promised to be good and in return, I will do my duties as his mate. To give birth to his heir. To be his luna. For the pack and for his line. I slept that night with my mind clouded with thoughts. Maybe tomorrow Patrice would be awake. True to words, when I woke up Patrice was too! 'Patrice!' 'Ey. What did I miss?' 'Oh, not much. Look, I'm sorry for trying to reject our mate...' 'Don't be. We both thought we needed to. Has he been treating us well?'

He jogs up beside me and looks at me like he’s perplexed and asks, “Don’t you know who I am?” I raise an eyebrow, I have no idea what this guy is going on about. He says in a low voice, “I’m your mate.” He touches my hand and I gasp softly from the electric tingles, “Surely you can feel that. You can feel our bond, right?” My eyes flicker up to meet his and I pull my hand away as I say, “I’m sorry, Mateo, but I already have a mate and you’re not him.” His eyes darken slightly as he says, “What?”

He couldn't go home with a human, that's impossible. "A mate.." Stephanie's voice trailed. "A mate is your other half Ryan, someone who was destined to assist you in conquering your challenges, someone you would love unconditionally, someone you would not like to see in the littlest pain, someone whose smile is enough to keep you living, someone your heart keeps beating for. A mate in human term is your soulmate, someone who gets you and understands you, someone you'll form an extraordinary bond with"

And oh my fake dad’s name is Nathan, I probably should stick to calling him fake dad or just dad. “Mate is the person or someone you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life, regardless of who or what they’re, you’re destined to love and cherish each other till eternity.” Dad explained further. “I have a boyfriend and he’s not my mate, and I also can’t have a man who tried to kill you and make me always wanna pee in my pant as my mate.” They sighed simultaneously frowning their face. “We really don’t wanna tell you this.” “But there’s a thing called rejection.”

MATE! Our mate is sitting in front of us, but I can’t see his face. I have no idea who he is or why he looks the way he does. When I thought of my mate, I always imagined a put together individual who was strong. This is not the sight I see before me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t accept him. He is my Goddess given mate and I plan to cherish him no matter what. He must have sensed me staring at him because he turns his head to look at me and I’m immediately captivated by his brown eyes. I take in his whole face and realization strikes me. I know exactly who my mate is; I could never forget him. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath to let his scent run through me. I open my eyes and look

“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.”

Even though he wanted to open his eyes and see her, there was no strength in him again and he could feel his body giving up. “Asher, please!” Anita yelled, standing in front of him, “Please, Asher, for my sake.” She said but he didn’t move. She could feel the life draining out of Gideon and just when he was about to give up, she screamed, “he is my Mate!” This time, Asher glanced at her, the shock evident in his bloodlust eyes. Anita nodded quickly, “Yes Asher, I found him last night, please, I’m begging you.”