His Sweet Little Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What do you mean he’s my mate?” Everly asked her mother. Everyone kept telling her that Slate was her mate, like he was carrying a sign that said, “Everly and I are meant to be together forever,” and she was the only one in the universe that couldn’t see it.

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.

I cry through my phone. "It is only until Alpha Richard marks and mates your sister. Then you will be free to pursue Alpha Thomas," Mother speaks to me as if I am a child. "Don't tell me that you are regretting your part in all of this." My mind wanders back to Dylan and I suddenly cannot remember why I wanted to be a Luna so badly in the first place. "I think I would like to wait for my fated mate," I whisper into the call. "Don't be ridiculous," my mother laughs loudly. "The possibility that you would be mated to an Alpha is low. You know that."

The woman speaking and hugging my childhood friend is his mother and the current Luna of the pack, Daisy. "Thank you, Mom. I couldn't be happier right now." A handsome smile graces Skylar's face. "I can't believe I have such a wonderful woman as my mate." My heart hammers painfully in my chest. Skylar found his mate? Since when? I put a hand over my heart, wondering why it hurts so much. Is it because he didn't tell me first? "It truly is wonderful, my boy." Aiden, the Alpha, smiles proudly as he stands next to his Luna. "You'll be ready to step up in no time! Now maybe that girl can stop being like a parasite all the time."

“She still hasn’t woke up yet son?, asked some lady. “No mom not yet. I know I can’t tell her she’s my mate because she’s under age but I already love her. I can’t imagine a life without her in it. How am I going to make it through a year without her beside me? She’s been through so much and I’m afraid she will reject me. “ said handsome guy. I don’t like the sadness I hear in his voice. Me reject him that’s crazy. When I wake up and he sees how broken I am he will reject me. *Little one, he will not reject you. He is our mate. You are not broken or weak. You are where you can heal and train. It will take some time but I will be with you always. Please just give him a chance for me.* Sapphir

I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming, if my body had finally snapped and created him out of need and longing. He was close—so close. His dark hair fell loose around his face, eyes glowing softly in the light, filled with hunger. “Lucien?” My voice came out small. Uncertain. His hands slid higher, slow and reverent, like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast. “My sweet mate,” he murmured, voice low and rough, like it had been scraped raw. “My sweet little mate.” The sound of it—mate—sent a shiver straight through me.

I giggled, “I’m sure you’re doing a great job.” His hands held me tightly, “I’m mostly distracted, wishing I was here with you. Have I told you today how happy I am to be your mate?” I giggled again, “yes.”” “Well, then I’ll tell you again, my sweet little mate. I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I want you and how much I love you.”

He hunted at my side himself, and when I bared my fangs and tore into the kill, he would proudly heap the spoils at my feet. Wrapped in a love that deep, how could I ever regret it? I tipped my head back and, with trembling hands, reached up to grip his broad shoulders. “Lucian, I won't regret it.” I lifted my chin and pressed my throat to his lips. “I don't want your heart's blood.” “I want you to break my skin the way a true fated mate would.” “Lucian, mark me.” A shudder ran through him, love surging in his deep, dark eyes.

I take a deep breath before spilling the beans. "I think I found my life partner," I finally tell her. He looks shocked for a moment and his eyes grow unbelievably wide. His eyes immediately land on Amber who is standing in front of me with a similar expression. What! Why do they look extremely surprised? They all knew I had to find my partner someday anyway. "What's with the face?" I ask them. "Are you sure she is the one?" Luther asks me. "I am very sure. I am her mate." "Mate? Is she a werewolf?"

Soon they will return here and take me back to that gloomy cell. After thinking for a while, I left this room to check. If I make it through, I can quietly escape. ... *POV Charles 'I want to meet my mate. My Mate! Our Mate! See her!' Ryan kept howling in my head. "Silent!" I growled in response. I can't accept that my mate is a human. The image of the girl with reddish brown hair, blue eyes as clear as seawater, a sharp gaze, and an ice-cold face flashed in my memory. Even though the cell was dark, I could still clearly remember every line of her face.