How come i got a playboy for a mate? Novels & Stories

He is my mate. My fated mate came to me on the airplane home. What are the chances of that? That had to be a first, right? Not that I was going to complain. I mean, he was heavenly. Perfect. I don't think we had guys like him within our pack. And he was mine. All mine. A warmth settled over me as the realization hit me that I had a fated mate. This was to be my life...

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.

Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate" Boat and Mild screamed "WHAT!!!?." Mew got confuse this time and thought why didn't the boy said his friends that he was his mate. His heart was fuming with the unknown, feeling so he questioned his mate "Didn't you tell your friends??" Gulf answered hesitatingly "No." Mew sighed and said, "Already late come." He grabbed his mate's wrist. Omega thought "oh god my heart is jumping like it gonna explode. He calls me the first time for his Mate. what am I going to do?" it's really happy for Gulf. He can't stop smiling.

He walked to me and held my shoulder. “If you truly want to see that day, you have to gain the happiness of your mate, you have to make her love you to the extent of being able to cross the mines for you,” he said, and that only made my confusion more tangled. “Why that?” I asked and he cleared his throat. “I will just need you to open your ears and listen attentively,” he said and I nodded, ready to listen to all that he had to say. Why do I have to gain my mate's happiness before my 23rd birthday? And why I still feel the mate bond even after rejecting her.

Or maybe…That version of him had never been real. He tilted his head slowly to one side, then the other, like a predator studying its prey. “My mate told me to have all the fun in the world while I played with you,” he said, his lips curling to reveal his teeth. “Because you’re a hard one.” A chill shot through me. “And now… I know I’m going to enjoy you.” My breath hitched. Mate? What mate? As far as I knew, he didn’t have one. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully, though my heartbeat had picked up speed, pounding violently against my ribs.

Boy was I wrong. " Eli, I know Im right. So here's my official guess. the reason you came after me is because I'm your mate. You knew the second you saw me! We can only sense our mates once we're 21. In a week I would have known. You wanted to surprise me?"

Raymond said the words as soon as I realized it was true. Raymond’s smirk lifted the side of his face as he held my hand. There was happiness in his eyes and rage, without the pain medicine to give me faith, I took my hand back and closed my eyes. My Mate? I have a mate? Why do I have a mate? What do I do with a mate? Why did he ask me if I had a mate if he was my mate? Why does he smell so good? What should I do?

Gia’s PoV For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. His words echoed inside me like a heartbeat I didn’t know was mine. 'You’re my mate.' The air between us felt charged, thick with something ancient and powerful. "I thought only werewolves get mates. I was resigned to never getting mine since I don't have a wolf." I whispered still in awe. I met his gaze, and everything else fell away. The worry, the confusion, the danger waiting outside this strange realm—it all disappeared. All I saw was him. My mate.

Myra’s eyes fluttered open, her body heavy and sated. A large, warm hand rested possessively over her waist, holding her close against a hard, muscled chest. Memories of the previous night flooded back, the heat, the endless pleasure, the way she had begged and called him “mate” over and over. Her face burned with embarrassment.This man… was her mate?

"Never be late again. Do you understand? I don't care if you are 250 years old. If I say that you should be here by 2pm, you should be here by 2pm. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Alpha," he manged to reply, still holding onto his neck which had turned all red from the pressure I instilled in it. I smirked at him as he wobbled to his feet. "Now, what about my mate? When will I find her?" He reached into his bag, avoiding eye contact with me, and pulled out a blue gem stone. "The Goddess has said that you will find your mate soon. Her eyes will be as blue as this." He placed the gem in my hand I began to lick my lips in desire. She would probably be beautiful and strong; the perfect Luna for an