How come i got a playboy for a 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.”

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.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt a mix of joy and relief… Finally, I had found my mate… And then reality slapped me in the face… Mate! Alpha Zane Black was my mate! The Alpha Zane who was notorious for his playboy ways! The man who used his looks and power to play with the lives of women… The man who changed women in his bed more than normal people changed their dresses… The smile faded from my face and I blinked back the tears that welled up in my eyes.

My voice was filled with a mixture of emotions, ranging from disbelief to newfound realization. Matthew's laughter erupted on the other end of the line, hearty and unreserved. He relished the moment, reveling in my confession. "One Playboy down!" he exclaimed in jest, his words laced with the kind of camaraderie only best friends can share. I playfully cursed him, a mischievous grin on my face. "You and your teasing, Matt. But I mean it!" I responded, trying to convey the sincerity of my feelings amidst the banter.

he choked at my words as we made our way out of the restaurant walking back to the pack house “And all Playboy have a girl that could make them stop being a Playboy.” “And you think that girl is me?” I said grabbing the doorknob of my room, Gamma Sydney had walked me to my doorstep, I turned to him, “Have you forgotten that there is something called mate? I am not his…” He cut me off, “Maybe you should remember, there is something called chosen mate.” I tittered, at his words, Sydney always has answers to all questions “do you want to come in?” I asked pulling my door slightly.

Just one word, but it conveyed my question perfectly. “I can't tell. There's this pull I feel for you, one that made me defy my father countless times. I don't even know why I'm doing this. The feeling is beyond my control, almost as if there's a part of me that knows how it would feel to have you in my future, as not just my fuck buddy, but my mate, the one I will spend the rest of my life with.”

He paused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. One woman? Indeed she's just one woman. But she isn't just like the regular woman I've rolled with, she's more. She's my mate, or should I say our mates? And that, is one thing I can't toss away. One thing I can't stop myself from wanting—the mate bond. If she was just any other girl, I'd have go through my normal route to get her. Any of my charms would have worked, but with Riley, absolutely nothing works!

So one mistake from my end could give out my hidden feelings. "Garrett, what brings you here this early? Aren't you meant to still be at the human territory?" the man says, directing the question at my mate. Yes, my mate's name was Garrett, and it was kind of a cute name. It reminds me solely of an ancient warrior I had read somewhere.

“Then we have new terms.” Damon pushed off the mantel and walked toward her with the same unhurried gait he had used the night he first followed her out of the bar. He stopped close enough that she had to tip her head back to hold his gaze. When he spoke, his voice was low enough that it stayed between the three of them. “You just made yourself far more expensive to keep,” he said. “And far more interesting to break.”