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Matteo's Pov "She's my mate" I gulp my glass of whisky while Quinn stood there speechless. Jay look back and forth between the two of us. I sigh pushing away the empty glass and ordering another one. "No she isn't your mate" she shook her head as if what I'm saying is not true. "Well suit yourself but Adassah is my mate whether you like it or not" I push myself away from the bar and stood up to go home, forgetting about my drink.

"Mom... what's a mate? - Well, your mate is supposed to be the person you belong with for the rest of your life. They are your other half in a way. They take care of you, look out for your well being. And they might give you wonderful children to raise in the future. - Is dad your mate? - Of course baby, your father is my mate. - But why doesn't he love you?"

“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?

Mate Mate Mate The words kept ringing in his head. No other woman could take his roughness in his bed and still sneak out the next morning. No woman except A. She is special woman. 'And our mate' His Werecat chips in. Jor agrees with his Werecat. He has got to find her and mark her as his. Giving her the Mate bite that would bound them forever.

He wanted to know. "To find my true mate," I heard myself answering honestly. "Perform the ritual with him, be mated to him." I paused, tying my hair in a loose ponytail. "And the chase...not to mention the marking. I wonder what that would all feel like, belonging completely to someone else." "I thought you said you weren't bothered about finding your mate?" Jayson asked, his voice a bit gruff. I raised an eyebrow at his surly tone. "I said I was only a little bothered." I clarified.

"Have you told Charles about this decision? Does he agree to let you return to human territory?" Alpha Dylan suddenly asked. I bewilderedly asked back, "Why should I tell Charles about my decision? Where I want to go is my right. I don't need his permission." "I think you should tell Charles about your decision. Anyway, he is your mate. He…" "Wait! My mate? Who? Charles? Did you make a mistake? Why is Charles my mate?" I was so shocked that I suddenly interrupted Alpha Dylan's words.

Elder Matthias said blandly. I stared at him for a beat of a second and frowned. “I don't know what this is but if you think you will force me to get a Luna within your stupid time frame then I'm afraid to tell you that you're so barking up the wrong tree right now. I let you stay but you're beginning to over stay your welcome. My decision is final, I'm not picking a Luna. I have a mate” I growled. Elder Matthias matched my gaze. “We'll see how well you hold up to that decision after a few days” It wasn't a threat, it was a warning.

“Your mother is my marked mate. I love her and I want to kiss her over and over and over again.” “Gross,” Sebastian shakes his head. “May I dance with my mother?” “Of course, you can,” Janice smiles, holding her hand out to Sebastian. Roger smiles, nods and backs away. “Mom, are you sure about him?” Sebastian asks. “Seb, I’m marked. So yes, I am sure,” Janice laughs. “I just mean, you don’t need a mate, you can be fine without one,” Sebastian tells her. “Yes, that is true, but I want a mate. I want to have a person with me. Please be happy for me,” Janice asks.

"A mate is a piece of your soul you need to survive once identified. It becomes a need, a want, a necessity. Try as you might, you can avoid it as much as you want, but unless you are heartless or you reject the bond, you will always gravitate towards them. Your mate is your soul, the other part that magnets the one in you towards it to complete it. As long as you are not consumed by darkness, it's inevitable. Do you understand this, my flower?"

Brishor completed her sentence. Color rose to her cheeks and she nodded. He brushed her auburn hair on her forehead away and said, “Because you are our mate and you are the most beautiful woman.” For a long time, she stared in his emerald eyes. “Mate?” She didn’t understand. “What is a mate?” “Someone with whom you bond at a deeper level. It is like your souls that are intertwined for this life and beyond. We three are mates.” Chezzal took her small hand in his and compared her petite ones with his large ones. “So beautiful,” he breathed and kissed them.