Mate The Series Gl Novels & Stories

"Sorry. Come in. I just don't like the whole she's a woman and weak schtick." "I don't blame you. It's how shifters get with someone they see as their mate, though. My guess is, Dimitri sees that in you." Adira moved back into the kitchen and pulled out another wine glass, before filling it to a normal level for the other woman. "Mate? I just got here. He does know that's a little fast, right?" She handed the wine to Alanna. The redhead cocked her head to the side. "Aren't you from Draven Falls? You have to be familiar with shifters."

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

Never did I think I'd be encountering Lena and her brother soon enough. "Yea," Zara responded, nodding her head to support her claim. 'Wow! So of all the Alpha's daughters, Asher decided to pick my sworn enemy as a mate,' my thoughts rang in my head as scenes of the past began to stroll past me.

My eyes scanned the words: Keiran Ackerman of the Blood Moon Pack Protector of the Realm, Executioner of the Special Order. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just any Gamma. This man was someone feared, someone who had killed for duty—probably without hesitation. The realization sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I needed to leave. Now. But before I could take another step, a sound made my blood run cold. A low growl. I turned slowly, my breath hitching in my throat. A pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the shadows.

I started to accept that something was really wrong just as I suspected but not knowing what it was made me almost burst out of myself. Until, he stopped. “Now I want you to open your eyes. Slowly.” My heart skipped. The fear of almost knowing seemed worse than not knowing. “Open your eyes, Elle.” I did. And paused, confused. But it didn’t last long as I began running my eyes down the mirror. Down my body. Pale like never before. Fingers, longer than I remembered them to be. And finally, my eyes—blood red and glowing. A shiver ran down my whole body.

Was this Helena's mate she had spoke of earlier? She looked at the picture very close and was even more shocked. This man was identical to her father when he was young.

Groans and moans of my mate, and groans and moans of the girl he knew I've always loathed. With the pain and anger I felt along with Patrice's, I kicked the door open in anger and there they were, doing the insufferable. Their bodies were entangled, arms around each other, lips on each other. They must have sensed my presence because they finally let go of each other's body, Harris' eyes lingering on mine. His eyes wandered on mine, going down to my chest, to my balled fists, to my legs. Michelle looked at me with a victorious smile. As if there was something to be proud of about being a mated wolf's sidepiece. Of course that wouldn't matter for her. She is in fact a sidepiece of everyone.

A few feet away, Jay was already waiting. The farther I walked from Nathan, the more aware I became of the distance growing between us. Aleu stirred uneasily. “Our mate.” I swallowed. I know. The feeling wasn’t overwhelming. Not unbearable. But it felt wrong. Like a piece of me had been left behind in the parking lot. “This isn’t how it should be,” Aleu muttered. “We should be with our mate.” She continued. “I know.” I replied. “He is our mate. Our Alpha. And we are his Luna, the two of us shouldn’t be apart.” She said.

Isabella fought against losing her consciousness for a few moments until she grew weary and collapsed into his arms. “Isabella…” he continued to say as he held her body closer to his. “She’s my mate.” --- Isabella opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring into a familiar ceiling. A light headache pounded against her temples as she groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. It was nighttime and the room was dark, with only the silvery moonlight streaming in through the window, but she still managed to look at her wrist and realize that her bruise was no longer there.

Two guys without their cop uniform enter the room, one of them is a women in her mid-thirties and the other is another woman in her earlier middle age year, one slim and sexy but she try to hide it with her professionalism facade and the other female with a cop of some kind of liquid having that annoying vibe about I don’t care about being feminine, with the its none of your business kind of look, funny enough the sexy one is that old hag and the other whatever her problem is, the young one comparing to her partner, who is definitely the boss for whatever reason it may be silly or not, I can just feel it in my guts. While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place fil