Mata Sage Mode Novels & Stories

It was exposing the parts of myself that were still broken and still scared and still reverting to old patterns. But it was also necessary. By the fourth week of therapy, I was starting to understand the distinction between healthy structure and controlling behavior. Healthy structure said: "Let's organize our bills this way because it makes sense for both of us." Controlling behavior said: "You have to organize your things this way because I prefer it." The difference was in the collaboration versus the imposition. "I'm going to mess up," I said during one session. "I'm going to revert to control. I'm going to make decisions without you. I'm probably going to drive you crazy multiple times

Ambrosia POV: When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by darkness. I felt oddly calm and relaxed compared to what I was just feeling. I looked around and saw Sage laying out on the ground so I walked over to her, "What are you doing?" I asked, looking down at her "Relaxing, you should try it some time." Sage said flatly. "What is happening? One minute I am training, the next I am here." I said sitting down next to her. Sage huffed before she wrapped her paw around me and pulled me close to her. "You are in transition Ambrosia, you were in too much pain so I brought you here to relax while your body changes." Sage replied. "What changes? I should stay the same." I said scrunching my face up. "

His face blank and void of all emotions. " It can't be reversed!!!! There's nothing I can do!!!" My mother screamed hysterically. My vision was filled with black spots. He tilted his head as if tuning into a voice only he could hear. He was using a mindlink, an ability wolves had to communicate with their pack members through their minds. The fingers around my neck loosened and I dropped to the ground. My vision slowly darkening. The man walked up to my mother who was sobbing. “In that case, your life means nothing to me." There was a sharp glint of the sun reflecting on something then my mother's head rolled on the ground.

𝗜𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗜𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘄

I’d wanted her by my side while speaking to the people but madre had taken her from me. Remembering the whole pack was waiting for me to speak, I took my ears of the beauty and faced everyone. “Good evening,” I greeted them all, my gaze travelling through their midst. “Thank you for honouring this invitation and attending this impromptu meeting. It means a lot to me,” I told them, before getting into the main reason why I’d called them. “It is a common tradition that as an alpha, I should have a Luna and I’m here to announce to you that the moon goddess has finally blessed me with a beautiful mate,”

"I'm fine." "Have you changed your mind?" "Yeah," I sigh, running my fingers through my hair and tugging until it hurts. "So, what did you see?" "Maia." "Before or after she—" "I see her die. Over and over again. She dies right in front of me and there's nothing I can do but try to tell her how sorry I am that I wasn't there." "Oh." I look over at my mate who watches me with a solemn gaze. She glances down at her hands, then sighs. "Come on let's go."

Inside my mind, Sage erupted with excitement, her voice echoing loudly. "Mine! Mate!" she shouted, her usual composure completely gone. She was practically swooning over Rolo, her emotions flooding into me in a dizzying rush. "He's here! Our mate!" she cooed, filled with joy. A pang of frustration hit Sage as we realised I couldn't shift to join him; the circumstances wouldn't allow it.

"Now, we act." There is silence. Grayson studies him. "And how do we do what exactly?" Sage does not hesitate this time. He looks up and says, "We use the countermeasure." Immediately he says that, Kimora exhales. "Already? Isn't that so soon?" Mirabel frowns. "Exactly. It is too fast." "It has to be," Sage replies. Grayson shakes his head. "No, it does not have to be." Malisha lets out a sigh. "Grayson..."

I can’t help but wonder, what else have they been plotting? As my gaze shifts towards Sage, I notice her lingering distress over Lia, evident in her pained expression. From up close, the mate marks on their necks become strikingly visible, serving as a damning testament to their deceit. When Sage finally locks eyes with me, her piercing glare radiates such contempt that I struggle to reconcile it with the person I once knew.