Kagome And Sesshomaru Mate Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“He doesn’t love me.” Damon sighed softly. “No,” he admitted quietly. “He doesn’t.” That hurt more than hearing it from Bane somehow. “But werewolves are possessive about their mates,” Damon continued carefully. “Especially alphas.” I stayed quiet. “And Bane…” Damon shook his head slightly. “He’s been fighting with his father for years. Alpha Alistair actually wants him to mate with you.”

Alas, my mate’s heart belonged to Anna as well. At our first mating ceremony, Anna broke a glass and cut her hand. Scooping her into his arms, August bolted to the infirmary without so much as a glance at me. Despite my pleas through mindlink for him to come back, he tore hard into me. “Sophina Morgart! Anna is your sister! How can you be so selfish when she’s bleeding?” Little did he know, I was hunched over in excruciating pain from his silent rejection.

“If only you’d shifted… maybe he wouldn’t have rejected me.” A soft, sorrowful purr stirred within me—but my wolf remained dormant. Maybe I wasn’t meant for love. Maybe I was never meant to be anything more than what I was. The banging on the door jolted me awake. Mira stormed in, eyes blazing. “How dare you seduce my man?!” she shrieked.“What?” “You filthy omega! I took you in. I treated you like blood. And you repay me by throwing yourself at my mate?!”

They always had encounters and footprints, in each of their invasions, he seemed to not control himself, and formulate plans so that he would always have another invasion. In which he just attacked either Golden Valle or Lovecraft, in which, apparently, he learned to corner, in the midst of surrounding and taking him to the other side of the fortress of Yomi no Kuni, and grabbing him, becoming to repeat the session of make out. - You like to be grabbed and dominated. - Kurayami said in the midst of their kisses and making out. - Who better than a conqueror and a dominator for that. – Tsuki said.

My lips twitch into a knowing smirk. “And my wolf,” Miyuki continues, exhaling sharply. “She loses it anytime he’s around… it's like I can't even think straight with all the commotion going on in my head, with all the loudness. Everything inside me keeps drawing me closer to him, and if I'm not with him, I... begin to long for him...” She explains. And hearing what I've been feeling about Octavius this whole time makes me sigh empathetically as I look back at her. I hum knowingly. “Yeah… you’re definitely describing the mate bond...”

I snarled, my eyes flashing gold with her wolf's anger. Then I remembered—the mating certificate I had signed just yesterday now rested in my ceremonial pouch. With deliberate movements, I retrieved the red-sealed document, unfurled it dramatically, and threw it at their feet. "This is the binding certificate between me and my mate. As I said, he merely hasn't arrived yet."

“So, Suzan, don’t be angry with me...” His kisses fell on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips... very softly, no longer brutal, no longer angry, with a hint of flattery. Suzan had never been so close to someone before, and her face was burning. She finally opened her eyes, looked into his uneasy eyes, and reached out to touch the wolf's face. This wolf was still a stranger, but now, they were the closest mates in the world. Alas, who said this Ice Wolf can't do it anymore? It was obvious that he could no longer do it.

But one was prominent- pain. He let go of her, he wanted to ask questions. But she didn't give them the chance to. She took several steps backwards, looking into his eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks. She continued to step backwards until she stood beside the tree she had walked out from. She gazed at him, tears flowing down her cheeks and blood trickling down her body. A sudden wave of breeze blew past her and she disappeared. No! He didn't want her to go. He just found his mate after several years of searching. He watched her slip away from him and he couldn't stop her.

Kiss careful—testing, tender. Then deeper—warm, real. Tails flare warm gold—wrapping loose around them both like blanket, foxfire healing lingering gentle on old aches. But mostly warmth. Safety. Home. They pull apart slow—foreheads touching, breaths mingling fast. Hearts racing loud in quiet room—wizard scholar monk and ketsune, both terrified and thrilled by new feeling. **Kayo (smiling soft, teasing gentle):** “Your heart’s going faster than during the boss fight, scholar.”

Even Hazel, who had been sitting beside him pretending to be elegant, had her smile freeze on her face, her usually sweet pheromones faltering. Fury flashed in Kelsey's eyes. He stood abruptly, reaching for my wrist. "Take this back to the packhouse! This isn't your stage for tantrums! Don't embarrass the pack!" "No, we'll settle this here." I shook him off so hard he stumbled back. Raising my voice for all to hear, I declared, "You two are perfect together—one committing adultery, the other a willing homewrecker." I sneered, "I won't stand in the way of your 'noble' union. I hereby dissolve our mating bond. May you two be blissfully happy and cease desecrating the word 'mate.'"