Kidnapped By My Mate Novels & Stories

I was…happy being around her. But the worst happened, when I discovered my little sister was my mate, on a bright full moon, I ripped her clothes and pushed her as she hit her back against the wall and I took her there; I got out of control and marked her and claimed her as my mate, but there was one problem. I couldn’t tell the world who my mate was, and that became my dark secret and a hard shell to crack.

But my mind was stuck on one thing – I wasn't going to be some pawn in their werewolf game. "This is insane!" I shouted, tears welling up in my eyes. "I didn't ask for any of this!" Just as I was about to storm out, Trix grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. "You can't run from this, Dixie," he growled. "And besides…" He hesitated for a moment, his eyes blazing with an emotion I couldn't define. "We're mates." Mates? What in the world did that even mean? Before I could ask, Grandma intervened, putting a gentle hand on Trix’

I failed on so many levels and I was failed by my mate. I gave up. I threw the blood-soaked sponge on the floor and said in a calm, steady voice, "I never go to parties or balls because I have never been invited in the first place. Also, I've been too busy folding napkins and giving another woman my blood." I had never spoken so many words in a sentence to my mate. My voice was still quiet, but I managed to make my message clear. Lucas had an incredible look on his face. For the first time in his life, he managed to really see me.

He must have noticed because he added quietly, “It was love at first sight. Even if we aren’t mates, I couldn’t imagine not being with her.” Then what happens when you find your mate? I wanted to ask. The mate bond was almost impossible to resist—the pull was too strong. So what happens then? The question burned on my tongue, but instead I offered a polite smile. “If that’s what makes you happy,” I said. His smile returned, and he reached out to take my bag. “The children are waiting,” he said, leading me toward the orphanage.

he was about to continue questioning me but I interrupted him. “Shut up dude! She is my mate!” I said to him while looking at her with a smile. “I don’t know you were that desperate for a mate that you kidnapped a baby from somewhere, brother,” I heard my sister Stella say with a smirk. “I didn’t kidnap her Stella and I am telling the truth, SHE IS MY MATE,” I said to her while she was walking towards us in all sweat while glaring at her. “Enough!” I heard my father Mike shout at us. The only person who can make me scared to the core is my father. I turn to look at my parents walking toward us.

I spent years searching for a way to restore your sight. My dear Mia, did it hurt to be betrayed by those closest to you? I can’t imagine the despair you must have felt. My dear Mia, were you afraid when you were killed? You always feared pain the most. You were the kind of little princess who would cry for half a day over a mere scratch. My dear Mia, I’m so sorry. You must have felt so helpless and alone. I was too late. I should have come sooner. I hate Rowan with every fiber of my being and have already exiled him from Moonshadow Wolf Tribe.

The imposter stared at us with a canny smile on his face, and then he disappeared as the force broke. “Emilia, Emilia?” Mateo ran forward, cuddling her in his arms. “Emilia, please listen to me, don’t give up on me, please!!” For the very first time in years, I saw my brother crying. He was crying over his mate. A mate loss is what no one can handle. “He’s in the other direction,” Darkson growled as anger surged through us deeply. “Take her to the infirmary, I will bring him to doom!” I shifted and ran in the opposite direction.

Lyra sank to the floor beside the bed, trembling as everything she had held together finally collapsed inward. Silent sobs shook her body as moonlight spilled across the room, cold and indifferent. Downstairs, faint footsteps moved once through the hall. Darius. Perhaps already imagining the life he would build next. Perhaps already preparing for Selene’s return in ways she could not yet see. Lyra pressed her hand against her chest, breathing unevenly. Then her fingers drifted to her bare throat. The place a mate’s mark should have been. The place she had once hoped would mean she belonged to someone.

It was simply impossible. Every detail of tonight was still fresh in my memory, so how could Kyle have just… vanished? "Kyle, where are you?" I cried, my voice breaking. Dad immediately ordered the ceremony paused. Several guards hurried over, and Helena explained the situation to Garrett Wildclaw, the lead guard. I struggled to keep my voice steady, petrified of ending up in the stone cell again. "Dad, I'm not causing any trouble. I'm looking for my mate. He came here with me tonight, but now he's gone! He must still be somewhere in our territory. Please, help me find him!"

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those