His Mate Novels & Stories

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

“Why does it have to be me? Why is this my burden?” “Because you are his mate.” The answer is simple. I let out a shaky breath, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “That’s not enough.”​

I ask again. “His mate.” He deadpans. “His what?” I ask. Cause Cyprus has used that exact word many times before, and I have no clue what he means by it. “Let’s get you back inside, Ms. Solara. There's a cold draft tonight.” “Can’t you just fucking answer me for a change, Sitka? What’s the harm in telling me what the hell a mate is?” I snap. He sighs and takes a seat across from me and looks out towards the trees himself. Like he’s begging for someone to pop out and relieve him of this conversation. He slightly shakes his head, looks up at the sky, and then at me.

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

And I know that he was just as happy to have me as his wife and Luna, but the most important that started it all. His Mate. ~The End~

His mate. The scent was getting strong with every walking step and it took him up to the rellaing of the stairs, making him look down at the living room sofa where his breath-taking mate was lying on his stomach, one arm dangling down while the other is under his sleeping body and face on right side.

"You told me you have a brother- a twin brother. His name is Xavier.” "I have a twin brother,” I smiled. “Cool." This was helping. Even though I had people here with me, I still felt alone. It was nice knowing I have a family out there. "What else?" "A mate," she said. What’s a mate? She read the confusion on my face and said, “That was the same question I asked you when you said mate." She said then smiled, "Mate is kinda like your soulmate. Your other half. Your partner and your everything. You said that having a mate is the best thing that has happened to you."

The Alpha chuckled, “Don’t worry my little spitfire, it’ll heal before you find your mate.” My eyebrows creased in confusion. “Hey, Daddy, what’s that? What’s a mate?” He smiled as he pulled me into his lap and looked at me. “Well, a mate is like your best friend. They are someone who will always be there for you and protect you. And its someone you can’t see yourself living without. Someone who will love you no matter what and will only love you.” He explained with love in his voice. “Oh,” I looked down, crossed my arms. Clearly, I was deep in thought. “So, you’re my mate!” I exclaimed.

He is my mate? “Zelix?” I whispered. “Willow, long time no see.” he said coldly. “Y-You’re my mate?” I uttered unbelievably. “Mate? You are not my mate, you are my rival. Mate is fucking useless. I don’t believe in such things.” he said while smirking. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. He walked towards me and I stepped backward, but he quickly grabbed the collar of my shirt and choked my neck. My eyes widened at the sudden action.

“You promised me a vacation, remember?” Rasmus smiled and turned to her, “I thought you will never ask. Irene,” he grabbed her hand, “would you let me mark you as my mate?” Irene was shocked, “but what if you end up finding her?” “I already did and it’s you,” he smiled. “I love you, Irene, and I know mates are the ones you feel more comfortable with. And I feel that with you, and much more.” Irene chuckled as her eyes turned glassy with tears, “I feel that with you too.”