His Sweet Little Mate Novels & Stories

Hi your majesties, I’m here to jump your son’s bones and maybe even climb him like a tree right in front of you and the entire kingdom. “Mate!” is all I hear from his mouth and I hear gasps from across the room. He quickly moves and takes my small hands in his large ones and kisses them as if he is worshiping me in the most intimate way he can. Sparks fly across my skin and I instantly heat, blushing furiously. He chuckles at me and then speaks. “What is your name, my beautiful little mate?” His voice was so deep that shivers went down my spine and my toes curled. Everyone is watching quietly, waiting for her every word of our interaction.

“Some people really are lucky! That pregnant lady who just came in? Barely had a stomach cramp, and her beta mate was freaking out, ready to call the entire pack of healers. “Unlike this one. Nearly died from an allergic reaction, and her mate didn’t even show up. Might as well be dead…” I thought I could hold back all the bitterness until the day I left. However, at that moment, my grief crashed down on me. Loneliness flooded in and crashed on me like a tidal wave. Of course, my mate had died. He died on the battlefield three months ago, the moment he chose to live under his brother’s name. I buried my face in the blanket and let the tears soak my pillow in silence. The day I was discharged

Six must have realized when I had settled down because the next thing I knew I was sitting in his lap and he was rocking the both of us while he quietly continued to whisper comforting nothings in my ear. After my whole meltdown was finally over I nudged my head under his chin and took a deep breath. This was the real Six, and the other was just a dream. This Six smelt of clover, wood and metal. The other had no scent. This Six is caring and strong while the other is nothing more than a nightmare. The real Six is the one I call my mate. He is the one I love. “Have you finally calmed down?” He asked cautiously. I breathed in his scent one more time before nodding my head against him.

I looked at little mate who was trembling and had tears running down her beautiful face and felt my tears slip down my eyes. Trying my hardest not to make a sound or trash around from the pain in case little mate would look my way, my lips curled into a smile. Goodbye, little mate… I’m sorry to have put you through this. I hope we'll be mated again in our next life and I promise to cherish you next. I love you...

he whispers in my ear. Closing my eyes as his breath sweeps across my neck giving me sweet shivers. A very shaky deep breath. The air between us is molten. Sacred. Every nerve ending tuned to him. He smells like the first rains of autumn, the crush of leaves, the heat of skin against skin. “I.. I think.. That maybe.. You are.. Possibly…” gulp, I cannot believe I am about to say this. “My Mate.” He chuckles low in his chest. “That's right, little wolf.” he pauses and pulls back some. “Then again I heard your wolf isn't that little.”

I walked back into my room starting to dry myself off when I’m hit with a faint smell of mint candy canes, and sweet caramel and vanilla which leaves my inner wolf fighting to get out. “Mate!” “MATE!” Knight screamed inside of my head. What the fuck was going on?! How could my mate be here? We had nobody visiting…..but that scent while only faint was alluring, and calling me. I had to go and explore, I had to find my mate! I wasn’t sure ten minutes ago I wanted a mate but that scent was calling me, and if that scent alone was making me feel that, what would seeing them do? Or touching them?

"I would have postponed this but I figured you'd be more comfortable if you knew what was happening. If you understood." I nodded again. He was spot on. "Well, I'm not sure how much you remember about our conversations. To start, do you recall what a 'mate' is?" "Like a girlfriend," I answered. He smiled a little. "Not quite, Jade. A mate is a soulmate to us. It means the goddess saw something in both of us that would match us perfectly to each other. It's much more than just a title. It's a soul-tie." I gulped. Soulmate?

She asked after a long pause. “A mate is more than just a romantic partner – they're a sacred bond, a lifelong companion, and an integral part of one's very existence. Isn’t just someone you love, but someone you can’t imagine living without because separation not only hurts, but kills the werewolf. They're the calming presence that soothes the beast within, and the loving support that nurtures the human heart. To us, finding one's mate is considered a sacred gift, a once-in-a-lifetime chance at true love and companionship. To us, a mate is not just a partner – they're a fundamental part of one's being, a missing piece that makes the whole.”

Mates are to be forever and when they find each other out, they most likely would want to know more about themselves, move in together and yunno, complete the mating process which includes marking on the neck and that stuff that brings about babies". My eyes widened against my will when he talked marking on the neck. He chuckled and continued " A mate is capable of healing each other wounds except for the healing abilities we have. If one of the mates reject or gets killed before they meet, trust me when I say it hurts ten times than a heartbreak. But when mated, one party could die as its wolf would not be sane except if the Moon Goddess decides to bless the person with what is called a sec

Wasn’t happiness supposed to be just that, happiness? “Nothing,” She smiled and immediately changed the topic, “Amber told me that you both… had been…” She lowered her eyes and added, “Are you not guilty to know she wasn’t your mate?” He sighed. “I don’t feel any guilt whatsoever to know that Amber wasn’t my mate, She was just satisfying my needs. If that makes me a bad person, well, that’s because I am a bad person.” “You’re not a bad person. You’re just an ass.” She smiled when he chuckled.