Mata Rasenggan Novels & Stories

Lena springs in my mind and I almost lose my balance when she screams the word; Mate. In my mind. Alpha Reagan is my mate?

My mother’s grip on my wrist lets go slowly, her fingers sliding away as her eyes lock onto Irene's smug, composed face. I stare at my mother with a feeling of irritation and the foggy warmth in my head. I really can't see what her fuss is about.

Runes managed. “I believe we can proceed with the gala then..”

It doesn't how different or same they are. I'll kill them all. “We have ten seconds before the..,” he didn't finish his sentence. The air warped slightly, a rotten smell blooming in the air with such a force I staggered back. Three of them manifested from thin air. They looked ragged, hair missing patches and skin the color of rotten tomatoes. Their eyes were sharp and lucid, in contrast with their appearance. My men took their stance and I smiled. It was a feral thing, this smile. My teeth were clenched and so was my nostrils.

As we drove down the familiar streets, the tension slowly dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of closeness and understanding. As I sat in the car, my mind began to wander, reminding me of Niylah and the complicated situation we found ourselves in. Despite rejecting her as my mate, I couldn't shake the feeling of the mate bond that still lingered between us. It was as if we were still connected, despite my attempts to distance myself. I sighed, realizing that trying to stop feeling the mate bond was proving to be more challenging than I had anticipated. The bond was stubborn, refusing to fade away, and it continued to affect my mood and thoughts.

Was I genuinely acting right, or was I holding on to her out of selfishness, out of fear of losing what I believed was mine? “She is my mate, for goodness’s sake!” Matthew flared up. “Can't you understand my pain? Do you think it is easy for me? To see you with my mate! Torturing her! Do you think it’s easy? I have endured much, and this is the length I can go.” He yelled out his frustration.

I approached the table and found gold earrings that belonged to Gena. I couldn't recall taking them out, leading me to wonder if someone had tampered with my belongings. Or perhaps it was a sign from the heavens that Gena had returned in the form of Maria. Despite their physical resemblance, Gena and Maria had different personalities. Gena was brave, while Maria seemed scared and unsure about everything.

Mia: The two days before the mating ceremony came so fast and it hurt to know that my time with him was gradually coming to an end. Looking at myself in the mirror dressed in a pretty white lace dress with a tulle skirt that covered my legs, and a crown of flowers resting on my hair, I looked so beautiful but the sadness was there in the depth of my eyes.

You want Rola as your mat—. ‘GODDESS BLAST IT, I WANT YOU AS MY MATE!’ The Alpha smashed a fist in one of the wooden crates and shiny red rubies of fruits spewed like a fountain of candy. ‘YOU! ROSE CINTILAR—YOU’RE MY MATE! I WANT YOU!’ ‘NO, YOU DON’T!’ I screamed, tears pouring down non-stop.

It was a blindingly bright white colour. Anastasia cheered. "Well I have no bloody idea what it means that you both had your own cord so that is a new one for the books! But we have another white mate bond and it is VERY intense for how new your bond is. This is excellent news indeed. I'm very excited. Ooohhh. Okay so this just goes to prove that we are on the right track here that this can keep going if we allow these bonds to continue. Oh I just had a thought!!! I bet you both have your own cord because Matthew is older and supposed to be Alpha but Jeremiah is a Super Alpha and more dominant. Oh I'm noting this down!"