Mata Rasenggan Novels & Stories

I was so happy to finally meet my mate, a mate I had longed to find for so long, but now that it finally happened, a strange fear gripped me. A fear of being rejected by my mate because of my status as a weak Omega. I stared at him with hope and worry. I was sure that he, too, felt the undeniable bond that marked us as mates. My breath caught in my throat as I studied our mate standing before me. There was this magnetic pull, an unexplained attraction that I couldn't deny. But I stopped breathing when his eyes slowly filled with hatred. All my expectations began to shatter. I froze, feeling like I was cast down from heaven to hell. Instead of warmth or recognition, I saw resentment burning i

My wolf, however, was restless. Growl. The sound reverberated in my mind, low and deep. I stiffened, my hand tightening around the glass of wine I held. My wolf was never this agitated without reason. I pushed back against the unease, focusing instead on the music, but it was no use. The growl came again, this time more insistent. I straightened in my chair, scanning the room. My wolf’s presence surged to the forefront of my mind, his energy raw and electric. Mate. The word echoed in my head, it was so primal and undeniable.

"What does he take me as? A mate for sale? I am not for purchase. I am no longer his mate and I do not belong to him" Alaila nodded. "Of course you do not"

Beta Zack saw my mate on the bed and then looked at me and said, "What is wrong with her?" I don't like the tone with which he asked, "Give her some respect." Beta Zack was taken aback and asked, "Apologies to my Alpha." I nodded. Beta Zack asked, "Can I know what is happening?" I replied straightforwardly, "Sara's a fake. This girl is my mate. We will protect her at any cost." Beta Zack got stunned and said, "Are you sure?" I got irritated by his question, "Do you think I will lie about something so big?"

I groaned angrily banging my table. “How does my ranking have to do with us?” he asked me. “As the highest Alpha female there is, my pack forbids that I become mate with a low-ranked wolf like you, you’re an omega, There’s no difference between you and a common maid or helper. How do you expect an Alpha to be mate with someone who is supposed to serve her. See listen to me, make everything easier here and reject me as your mate!” I groaned furiously with my voice as cold as Ice.

Jesse said trying to be optimistic. “No it’s not that, all of these men are absolute dreamboats, the thing is I’ve talked to all of them, and my wolf has not identified a single one of them as my mate..” Elena tried to contain herself but her fathers furry would surely follow if the moon goddess fated her to someone outside of the pack.

A red powdery substance that renders a wolf paralyzed and weak. The rogue’s eyes shifted nervously, searching for escape. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Wrong answer,” Kendra tsked at him. “You see, Bunny, I am very tensed right now, and not in the mood for bullshit. I recently found my mate, and she is not here, which means I have no way to burn the sexual energy burning inside me. Killing you is just the outlet I am looking for, but between you and me, I am looking to make this encounter a peaceful one.” Kendra smiled calmly at the rogue, even as her blue eyes stared coldly at him.

Making our wolves say the one thing we both have been waiting for "MATE"

Raven leans back while placing her arms behind her head, giving me a playful wink before she teases her siblings, “-we may as well have had her on a public speaker at the rate that she bellowed.” “All jokes aside, I need to ask you guys something. When she growled, did it feel like it was in your head rather than your ears? I’m struggling to word this,” Mato pauses while scratching his stubble, “-like, obviously, I heard it but it was kind of like I was feeling it at the same time too, on a mental level, you know? You know what, ignore me. I can’t really explain it and I must sound like a bloody madman,” Mato dismissively shrugs his inquisitiveness away, noticing the puzzled expressions worn

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.