Kidnapped By My Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.

The man never mentioned this to her. “ It rarely happens, but it happened to me. You are my mate”. “ Oh wow,”. Mia turned around to look into the mirror and admire the mark on her neck, “so it's because I am your mate that's why you kidnapped me and used the fact that I stole from you to tie me down”. Now she understands everything.

The Morgan home had always been a sanctuary for me, especially in recent years as my marriage deteriorated. A polished tray bore steaming Premium Bird's Nest Soup Reserves, specially prepared by Aunt Heather to soothe my fatigue after my recent ordeals. "Your aunt made this specially for you," Grandma explained, guiding me to a comfortable chair. "She was worried when she heard about your... incident." I knew she was referring to the kidnapping, though we avoided discussing it directly in front of Emma. News traveled fast in werewolf circles, especially when it involved the Luna of the Silvercliff Pack.

Cole could smell me as his wolf but since some of my wolf abilities were disabled, I could not tell. It was that magnet that drew him to come closer to see who was his mate that was locked up. He looked equally surprised to see me. Then he glanced at my child that was lying on the floor on a dirty mat, almost out of breath. “Cole, what are you doing here?” “Hi Ariana! Long time no see! Is that how to treat a brother-in-law?” Cole asked me and stretched his arms out. “I know you’re not serious Cole. Can’t you see I’m locked up?”

I didn’t talk to anyone when I got home. I just went straight to my room and cried until the next morning, and when I woke up, I started another round of crying. My pillow was soaked, and my nose kept running. I felt like I was slowly fading away, like I was no longer myself but just a shadow of who I used to be. My phone notification broke the silence, and I struggled to pick it up. Seeing Christopher's post on social media made me sniffle with curiosity. The caption says, "Clara Morgan, the true mate".

“The Bloodveil and Shadowbane Packs have been allies for generations. And in every generation, there is always a pair—a matebond that bridges the two. I come from the Shadowbane Pack. Ask your parents. Ask them about us.” She stood, giving me one final glance. Then she turned and walked away— Not even giving me the chance to ask more. She said there’s always a matebond between our Packs… Could it be? Is it possible that she— was my mate?

With his reputation, I always thought that the day that I hear he has gotten himself a mate, would have been the day that the sun would shine at midnight. Little did I know that not only was I going to see that day, but I was going to be that mate. I couldn't see any chance of Kieran and I ever working out. He was a brute, and I was just a girl who prayed to get someone who would for once treat me right. So, as I looked at him and watched as his skin was slowly healing through some gaps in his shirt, I was telling myself how that was a start to us being mates. So far, he had kidnapped me twice, and I had zapped him twice with my abilities.

On the night before my fated mating ceremony, I was abducted, degraded, and subjected to two nights of relentless torment. When my pack finally ransomed me back, the healer delivered a cruel verdict—I might never bear pups. Without hesitation, my powerful Alpha mate abandoned me, turning instead to the Luna heir who had replaced me—Thalia Lovell. Whispers spread like wildfire, poisoning every corner of the pack. Drowning in despair, I sought an escape, choosing to end my suffering in the depths of the river.

I struggled to push him out but was thrown onto the bed by him. His body came crashing down on me, almost crushing me under its weight. He seemed to be in great pain, his torso burning up like a furnace, yet his grip was incredibly strong, effortlessly restraining my struggling hands above my head. With a tremble in his voice, he whispered in my ear, "You are my mate, aren't you?" "Yes... So what?" I could feel his fingertips lightly brushing the ring on my ring finger, as if reminding me of my role at this moment.

He lets out a small laugh, as a smirk started to form on his face. "She's actually kind of funny. I'd like her if she weren’t trying to kill us." the driver chimed. "Wait... let us take a step back here. What did you mean when you said I was your mate?" I said, trying to make sense of the situation I was currently in. "It means that you're mine now," he said, as casual as possible. I shake my head in disbelief. "I don't belong to anyone, especially not a man I've just been kidnapped by." I said, as I folded my arms across my chest.