Jerk Mates Novels & Stories

. Crap, it isn't a dream. I actually have mates, and they are in this club at the VIP staring at me in another man's arms. I snap my eyes away, refusing to acknowledge them. If they have any brain cells they would know me not approaching them or moving away from the man behind me means I don't want them anywhere near me. “Yo mate!!! Are you having fun?” Jesse yells, her voice loud enough to hear over the music. I bend forward, making my ass arch into the guys front, “Yes Mamacita, should have done this a long time ago.” I scream, laughter bubbling out of my lips. I move away from the guy slightly into Jesse's arms as we move along to the music. “Ya shake it, oh la la la” I scream out accordi

“Even if she is your teenage dream, I can’t. I’m sorry, man. I can’t reject her. This is the first time I’m feeling alive, feeling the bond of a mate, and everything. I have been trying to keep my hands to myself for long, but I don’t think I can anymore. Besides, you and your brother have a messy history with her, why don’t you just let her go? Why don’t you just…” I couldn’t hear what Jeremiah was saying anymore. I couldn’t believe my best friend was saying this. Fuck. Fuck. Mate. His mate. Why didn’t the Moon Goddess give her to me? “…Besides, you can’t even look after her, not when you are always drunk.” Jeremiah’s words cut through the fog in my brain. Anger, hot and destructive, gushed

“I, Jeremy Braun, alpha of the Northern Wind Pack, take you, Amirah Fletcher, to be my mate. I will honor and protect you always.” “I, Amirah Fletcher of the Black Diamond Pack, take you, alpha Jeremy Braun, to be my mate. I will honor and protect you always.” A warm sensation spread throughout my body as I finished speaking, and a loud cheer rose up from the packs as we were bound together. The mate bond wasn’t overwhelming or invasive, but I had no doubt that it was there. Jeremy and I looked into each other’s eyes, and I could tell that he was feeling it, too.

My eyes are as wide as the moon at that revelation. "What are you talking about?? Yeah, she is his mate, but I have never heard of this before. I know of plenty of mates that have been apart and this not happening." Jericho says after he is done mind linking warriors to keep everyone out of the packhouse in case of Argos' shifting.

But all I receive in return is a smile, inscrutable and enigmatic, leaving me to grapple with the uncertainty that’s churning within me. It’s Luna Cersei who gives the explanation I need. "Alpha Primo and I, with the permission of Evelyn and Dwight, have decided that you and Dwight must fully commit to your mate-bond." Mate-bond?! The word sends a jolt of confusion rippling through my flesh. Mate-bond implies a connection forged in the depths of a shared love. But there’s no mate-bond between me and Dwight—it’s just one-sided! Before I can voice my protest, the words caught in my throat, trapped beneath the weight of Luna Cersei and Evelyn’s unwavering gazes.

" Mom listen carefully You know grandpa was a very big astrologer even Greater than the priest. Grandpa saw my destiny before even my birth when you just conceived me. He saw that I will have three mates. My life will not be good because due to there difference between them I will have suffer from many incidents between life and death. So he performed a special ritual so I will have only one mate while other two will be each other's. Something wrong happened during the ceremony and I ended up with two mates while one ended up as mateless. So after that he was not able to see my future untill my birth. He was sorry towards us. so please I hope you won't be angry with him. since he have practi

Does he think I'm happy being here? I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life. I don't want a mate. Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much. They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway? I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't give a damn...

I frowned. "Yes, mate, every werewolf has a mate. I'm actually Jack's mate. A mate is someone who owns a half your soul, and you own their half. The Moon goddess chose you for each other. Some say it's true love, others say it's the one you're destined to be with. Once you meet mate you souls tie, making it impossible to live without them." She explained sighing. I knew she had a hard time explaining this me, maybe because she was afraid of my reaction.

“There’s something I gotta say.” Ariella just raised one brow. Girl was curious, but not about to drop her guard. Drew swallowed, words sticking in his throat. “I think… you’re my mate.” Her eyes went narrow. Silence stretched and stretched until he wondered if he’d made the whole thing up. Finally she spoke, voice soft but heavy, like she knew stuff older than the trees. “A mate bond’s not casual. It’s ancient magic—it doesn’t care about us, or what we want. It just is.”

Master Jeriah asks, sweat dripping down his entire body from relentlessly training the members. Leather rubs on leather as he clenches his fists, unable to see anything clearly except red. Without a warning, a punch lands on Jeriah’s face, dislocating his jaw just by a few millimeters. Jeriah’s attempt to sweep him down by a kick against his feet was failed as Mateo responds instantly with grabbing it and twisting it so that he falls on his front against the ground. Enthusiastic hollering is heard throughout the training centre, asking and begging for a proper match or fight to be held.