Matched Books Novels & Stories

For now, that was learning all about this match and bond business. I waited for Justen to leave before grabbing a few books. I sat down in a big comfy armchair, in a secluded corner. Losing track of time as I read. A true match occurs once every 100 years. A true match will heighten each other’s powers. True matches have an unbreakable bond. Giving them the ability to read each other’s emotions and over time thoughts. They can borrow and give power to each other. The draw to a true match, is extremely strong. The draw will continue to grow, until both matches have accepted each other. Because of the power true matches possess, little is known about them. Many were killed before achieving the

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

" 'Subject shows high susceptibility to tactile dominance. Recommend Moretti Heir 01 for final union.' " She dropped the book, the sound like a gavel in the silence. She looked at Dante, her eyes filled with a terrifying, hollow clarity. "We aren't a 'matched set' because we’re soulmates, Dante. We’re a matched set because they spent twenty years pruning my soul until I was the perfect shape for your cage." Dante stepped toward her, his shadow looming large against the rows of ledgers. He grabbed her wrists, his grip unyielding.

His precious little human Mate. Without wasting a single heartbeat, Alpha King Damian followed the trail, his boots crunching on the gravel as he rounded into the damp, narrow alleyway just beside the bar. ​As expected, there, bathed in the dim, sickly yellow glow of the rising sunlight, sat the gorgeous Mate of his, the man who had made his heart race with just a single glimpse of him. For whom he was searching like a mad dog in every corner of the earth from the last few hours. The one he was yearning to have in his arms was standing in front of him in flesh. His beautiful blue azure eyes with thick lashes, pink full lips, purple streaks of hairs, all of this was an assault on Alpha King D

Others were in simple letters. I found a section marked with a carved symbol of the moon. The label was 'Mates and Bonds'. My heart skipped slightly. I pulled out a large book and carried it to a table near the window. I sat down and opened it carefully. The pages were thick and yellowed with age. I began to read. The words spoke of fate. Of the moon’s blessing. Of mates who were bound by instinct and soul. It described how the bond could feel different for each pair. It could be stronger for some and softer for others.

Dax had been right about one thing–none of the other women could compare to my fated mate. My senses were attuned to everything about her and every movement she made. Her scent, when I breathed it in, seeped into my veins and under my skin. Even through my coat, I could feel her hot touch. My dick was hard as diamond, and it wasn’t going to soften any time soon.

Her stomach turned at the word again, pack. She slid that book away too. Her heart was beating faster now, a dull thunder behind her ribs. Another caught her eye. Slimmer, the lettering was softer, the cover worn, but still well kept, The History of the Mating Bond. Curiosity prickled. Or maybe dread.