Mate Novels & Stories

Perfect. No.

My mate. The Mate Bond struck with incredible force, nearly knocking me off my feet. My breath caught, and my wolf rose to the surface, acknowledging the connection. The bond enveloped me, encircling my heart like an unyielding chain. The intensity was overwhelming - a torrent of emotions, a primal link that blazed through my veins like wildfire. Every fiber of my being was now tied to Kael's, an unbreakable union that left me breathless and bewildered.

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection.

And it clicks instantly, like the last piece of a puzzle. Mate.

Alive. *

I have very few reservations about wanting Shaun to mark me and make me his mate. "The connection mates feel is a bond that's hard to break. It's rare for mates to cheat on or reject one another after mating. When mates reject each other, the pain can kill them, especially after they mark each other. So if you accept me, you will never have to worry about me not wanting you or changing my mind. We were made for each other." Do you see the puddle on the couch? That's me. He just made me melt, but who wouldn't with a man saying we were made for each other?

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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.