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“Judging from your nature, Zedex. You would rather save an enemy over your brother who once betrayed you and the pack.” ‘This man knows me too well.’ I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I turned my back to face him, and I let out a heavy sigh because even the goddess knew that I would definitely let them both drown to death without feeling remorse. “Are you going to let your one and only survival mate drown?” He muttered, slowly walking and standing in front of me. ‘Shit! How did he know she’s my mate!’ My eyes widened in shock, and I felt like the ground was already shifting beneath my feet. ‘I haven’t even marked her yet!’

“ We won't work out “ “ Didn't you mate with her? “ “ No I didn't” “ Why? “ “ Because I have a mate , and she's right here”

he retorted. I swallowed hard. “Okay, hear me out. It’s not like we are… I mean, like…” I stuttered, looking for a better explanation. “This is not me liking guys, Stiles. It’s like… he is my mate,” I said, dropping the bomb. I saw him freeze, brows furrowed. “Mate? What mate?” he asked. “Mate. Stiles,” I said, nodding. “Mate? Like mate mate? The kind of Moon Goddess–assigned mate? Like your life partner kind of mate?” he asked again.

Why was I seeing Hazel's eyes when I was gazing into my mate's? "Ashton?" Ariel's voice, soft yet filled with concern, unexpectedly pulls me back to the present, her eyes searching mine. I'm relieved she can't read my mind; if she knew what was truly swirling in my thoughts, she would despise me. I feel like the worst mate imaginable, consumed by thoughts of another woman—a woman I shouldn't even be considering—while my beautiful mate stands before me, her gaze full of unconditional love, as if I am her entire world. The tension in the air is thick, and I struggle to keep my composure, torn between my feelings and what's right.

That's how much of a powerful person he is. Lucas laughed, "Did you say mate? You must be joking right? She is my mate–" "Was." I cut him off, "I was your mate Lucas and now there's nothing left between us. Nothing." "There's no way he can be your mate. How do you quickly find another mate when you just broke your bond with me?" I shrugged, "He has always been there but he gave you the chance for my happiness and you blew it up. Now, you have no one but yourself to blame."

I was still staring at my… Mate. I might not know a lot but I’m pretty sure a ‘Mate’ is a companion or involves becoming one. So is he trying to say I’m his companion or something? The universe got some shitty joke going on today, I’m sure the gods are having a blast with what’s happening to me. He drew back slowly and I missed his touch immediately. “Are you being serious?” Noir questioned unbelievably. I don’t blame him because what does he mean by Mate? This must be some kind of joke. I would have laughed if my death wasn’t a mistake away from happening.

he admitted, his words coming out in a halting rush. My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within me. It was both heartwarming and unnerving to see how much Mathew had grown, his budding abilities allowing him to pick up on his father's thoughts. "Well," I began, choosing my words carefully, "marking a mate is a special bond between two people, like Daddy and me. It's a way for mates to show their love and commitment to each other. When you become older you will know."

Cassian’s hand twitched. Ari grabbed it, It was warm, too warm. “Stay with me,” Ari begged, voice cracking. “Cassian stay please.” Tears streaming down his cheeks. Cassian’s lips parted. Blood traced the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t seem to notice. His gaze searched for Ari’s face. “You’re… okay,” he breathed. Ari shook his head violently. “Don’t do this. Don’t you dare. Think about your mate, you can’t die without seeing him, please.” His words came out in a shaky whisper. Footsteps closed in.

Maybe he was simply meant to live alone. Damien stared at his reflection again, but now the thought made him smile instead of worry. Now he knew the truth. None of those women had been his mate. The realization settled comfortably inside him, and a quiet smile slowly spread across his face. He placed both hands on the sink and leaned slightly forward, studying his reflection as if seeing himself for the first time. “Mate,” he said softly, letting the word roll slowly across his tongue. The moment he said it, something deep inside him stirred.

"Did you not hear me just a second ago? I said he doesn't care for me. He couldn't care less, actually. I'm sure he'd rather be with your sister." Theodore rolls his eyes. "Don't you know how Mates work? Sure, he may act like he doesn't care for you, but he can't control it. There's a thing called the mate bond? Remember? He can't just ignore it. I mean, he did send out a search for you."