Mata Rasenggan Novels & Stories

nothing. I looked at him quietly and pushed the Alpha Council-approved mate bond dissolution papers across the coffee table toward him. "Don't bother," I said calmly, my voice steadier than it had been in years. "The Alpha Council has approved our mate bond dissolution application. You're no longer my mate."

Richard said, his voice a low growl. Logan stepped forward, reaching out to grab my hand, pulling me toward him. But Richard swiftly turned, pulling me out of his grasp with ease, then released me. Logan’s hands trembled as he quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my view. "Rae, don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was strained as he tried to calm his nerves. "Rae is my intended mate," Logan continued, his tone laced with urgency. "Richard, shouldn't you explain yourself? Why are you holding my mate this way?"

he said. "Show them your badass look now, Dickhead!" Mana shouted at him. "Do I really have to...?" "Do it now! Dickhead!" Mata sighed. Then, he opened his giant mouth and snarled. He had got a tentacle-like tongue and the inside of his mouth was covered by hundreds of spike-like teeth. "Ahhhhh!" Some of the rogues passed out whereas others literally pissed themselves. Mata closed his mouth and looked up at Lucian, who frowned at him.

Reluctantly, I approached him, facing the expectant onlookers. His gaze, filled with repulsive arrogance and lust, met mine. Summoning all my courage, I spoke firmly. "I, Lyra Sabastian of Wildfire pack, reject you, Maximus Orion of Fable pack, as my mate,". My words echoed through the crowd, sending shockwaves not only through them but through myself as well.

If there is one thing I hate, to hear is the sound of that chord, called the mating song, it reminds me, of the fact that I am the only girl, who hasn't got a mate and more than eighteen, I am nineteen already and all my friends already had their mate, each year, I felt that I could get a mate but it always ends in the same old story no one picked me. Do I have the right to complain, when my SHE itself must have forgotten me, wait, I didn't tell you, I have never shifted.

They are Darkness and Light, the wolves my Papa and Crista are hosts of that make up the ying yang wolves in their mark. Seeing Melania and knowing that not only had she just been torturing my mate, but she contributed to the death of my other, all I saw was red. That fire was boiling in my stomach again as I shouted, barely noticing August at my side as I rushed to tackle her. Of course, I landed on the ground.

But she stopped at the last moment, he looked at her while raising his eyebrow, to swallow her nervously, damn his terrifying look Matthew intervened this time, dragging Estera behind him, looking respectfully at Cesar "Beta, it is true that you are higher in rank than me, but I will not allow you to insult me, and then we have not done anything beyond the law." He paused for a bit, before looking at him as he said "I lost my mate a long time ago, and I don't think I'll get a second mate. You know it's rare, then the Miss here she's Human."

She slumps tiredly on a sofa. I pull the black cord of my earbuds so they drop out and flash my failsafe bright smile. This whole thing about Royal masks and mating ceremony took me unaware and it is happening so soon… I don’t think I’m ready, not like this… not with little Pink occupying a large space in my head like a deadly virus. My body thrums, pleasure courses through my limbs every damn time I think of her. Her scent, it has remained indefinite in my bedchamber. Inhaling it infiltrates my senses. I can almost taste her on my tongue while my her scent gives me more satisfaction than anything else.

“What kind of wolf doesn’t?” He gave me an understanding nod. “Our kennel master, Rocco, needs an extra hand. We were hoping to get a Neutral to work with our shaman on this, but the two we employed didn’t work out.” As we continued through the dark, I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying not to react at the mention of Ruby and Marianna. Yesterday, Boris Moongazer had specifically asked Larissa if she was a Neutral, and he’d driven away the moment she had admitted that she wasn’t. It now looked like they’d caught our rivals in a lie.

“Whatever this is—it’s confusing. Irritating. Spare me your games, Mata. Matthew, enough of these gimmicks. Just tell me why I’m here and stop wasting my time.” My words cut through the air like a blade. For a moment, the only sound was the clink of silverware as one of the waitresses adjusted a tray at the far end of the table. Then Mata rose to her feet. Slowly her chair scraped back against the polished floor, and her shoulders squared as she looked straight at me. Her voice trembled slightly, but there was an edge of sincerity I hadn’t heard from her before. “No, Selene I’m real this time. I’m not pretending.” Her gaze didn’t waver, though her fingers tightened at her sides.