Mate Novels & Stories

“Do you think that I made a mistake letting Lexie stay here? Maybe I should have force her to accept the rejection.” And I look at him, because he is mute. “You know Adam…” he said in the end, giving me a complex look. “You should listen to your heart. The bond mate is irresistible , don’t blame yourself too much.” :

She could feel heat rising in her body as her ears got red with heat too. “I, Svetlana, accept Zuhan Zaro as my mate.” Svetlana looked in his eyes as Zuhan’s eyes glowed golden. Zuhan could feel the mate bond between them, Lana felt heat rising in her body. Their ears grew red and they both could feel the sense of lust rising in their bodies. They both stared at each other in silence while smiling.

that went back centuries. The information was consistent enough to be unsettling. Mate bonds were permanent. Once activated, they couldn't be ignored. Mates could sense each other's emotions, locations, and sometimes even pain. Rejection was possible but caused severe psychological damage. Sometimes physical damage too. And marking, claiming was irreversible. I slammed the laptop shut at four AM, crawled into bed, and spent the next three hours staring at the ceiling. Dad knocked on my door at seven. "You okay, sweetheart? You look exhausted."

"And you grabbed me, said my name, called me mate. I didn't do anything to you. You did this." Silence stretches, thin and brittle. Then he laughs, short, bark-like, designed to shrink me down. "Mate." He repeats it like a diagnosis, something clinical and repulsive. "An Alpha knows his mate on sight. The bond is unmistakable." His eyes rake over me, hair a mess, feet bare, everything exposed and inadequate. "I feel nothing when I look at you. Nothing."

they both answered almost at the same time. "Don't lie. Mother knows that my son has marked you, darling." "What?" "I marked her because she was mine." "Oh ... I see. Finally, I can hold my grandson." "I-it's not like what auntie thought. We don't--" "Call me Mom, Ara. Not aunty." "Y-yes." "Umm... So, when are you two getting married?" "M-MARRIED?!" ***

She gasps and almost pulls away, but I don't let her. "I'm Teegan. What the hell is that?" She stops trying to release my hand and relaxes some. "That's from the mate bond. Mates can feel the connection in multiple ways when they find each other. Scent, touch, and feeling, to name a few. Do you think we can go somewhere to talk?" Please say yes. I need to be near her.

I grumbled. Miranda unconsciously leaned into the warmth my palm offered when it framed her cheek, my thumb stroking over her sharp cheekbone. I was man enough to acknowledge that there was an ultra-thin line between love and hate. Both emotions were consuming and so similar yet so fucking different. And, I was man enough to admit that I was walking that thin line when it came to this woman.

Alan trailed. “She is his mate.” “Then why the hell do I feel like she’s my mate?!” He smashed his fist on the wall. That was the problem Alan had with Hugh. His temper. It was something Hugh was barely able to control. Taking a deep breath, Alan replied, “That’s because… she is also your mate.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

💃 Honey bunny💞 Trust me I need one 😔 Trish 💞 Girls problem, your therapist is on her way bitcheeees🤸 Husby Miley💞 PJs check☑️ Seeing they were all in, I got in my mood of making chocolates, first sign of me loving someone or maybe liking. Hell no, I wasn't! That Jordan boy is an arse. *Yeah keep telling yourself that* that is my inner voice arguing with me. "Something smells like chocolate" Trisha said with so much enthusiasm as she danced into my kitchen and before I could stop her, she picked one of the heart shaped chocolates.