Mate? Or Die? 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."

Suddenly, I recalled hearing some news some time ago about the death of Asher's mate. After about five seconds, I snapped out of the thoughts that had gotten me busy: "Who's Alpha Asher's mate?" I asked, "The last time I remember, they said Alpha Asher's mate died one time like that," I said, my tone ringing with curiosity as I tried to wrap my head around the exact year I heard it.

Juan laughs and decides to respond to my question. "Erm, luna, the mate bond is sacred. When one mate dies, the other might also die from the pain. The mate bond snaps and the pain the living mate feels is unbearable. The weaker ones cannot survive the snap of a mate bond. Even if it is caused by rejection." "Thanks, Juan. That was helpful. You are such a darling." I say the last part just to irk my possessive mate and it works like magic. A growl automatically tears through his that whilst he snarls the word;

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

He told her. Faith didn’t understand, so she looked at him anxiously. Mateo clenched his jaws together, “I want you to decide whether you want to live or do you want to die?” He asked her. “Because I refuse to waste more of my time on you if you want to be stupid and kill yourself in the end anyway,” He added harshly. Faith flinched at his words, but she also know that his anger towards her was justified. She lowered her gaze in shame as he continued, “I have had enough of you Faith, so you better bloody decide, because if you want to end this here – I can help you with it,” He said to her.

"You've been fighting against everyone, and everything, your entire life, Maeve. I know you can't feel the mate bond. I understand your hesitation to believe that we are actually mates. But I feel it. I know it in my soul that you are it for me. For always. I died on that beach knowing I had gotten everything I ever wanted, and that my MATE would be caring for my children. I was okay with that. I didn't fight against death because of it."

My chest felt like it was caving in at the idea of him being gone, and I couldn't think or move. The sharp sting of Scarlett slapping me shocked me enough that I stopped crying. Instead, I stared up at her in surprise. "Get yourself together! If he were dead, you wouldn't think it. You would know it. You also wouldn't be awake right now, let alone able to stand or talk. When your mate dies, half of your soul dies too. There would be no question about it. He is probably unconscious or drugged. Now, woman up, and let's go kick some ass!"

I ask them. "die.." Matei says, followed by Elissa and Zoey who mutter,"Live", then Evie yells, "Die' followed up with another "live" from Chester, and another two "dies' from Cole and Jamie, after some of us are surprised at this, Jamie mumbles, "I couldn't live without my brother" and I laugh, "Well then don't" I reply to him and shoot him in the chest. Similar to where I killed Marcus

he whispered loud enough for me to hear him. "Who told you that?" I enquired shocked. **Flashback** "You did..." "...Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end. My end is coming soon and I have a lot of debts I need to repay. Life is tough, but you have a talent, one that can lift you up and into the life of luxury." I laughed to myself, "Daniel, let me explain something to you." I looked up and saw my feathery friend approaching, I raised my left hand which was protected by a raptor glove offering a spot for landing.

I smile at her to reassure her that it's okay. She hasn't yet learned how to control that ability of hers and I smile thinking of something that can help her. She's too precious to be ignored for something that can actually be a masterpiece. A treasure box. "It's Zaitelle, you can call me Zai," As soon as our hands touch, fate starts to work its job and I never knew that the mo ment our path crossed, something will happen that I never expect. What is your role in my life, Jazeera?