Mate With You Novels & Stories

I walked into the Pack Council with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Rebecca Clarke, the mate to Gavin Clarke, who was the alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Today, our mating bond was going to end. The pack clerk didn’t even look up when I walked in. “I’d like to file for dissolving the mate bond.” I said. He finally looked up, startled—like I didn’t belong there. And honestly, with my werewolf university hoodie and backpack, I probably didn’t.

He continued what he was doing and all of a sudden he walked up to me and I quickly stood on my feet. His eyes were cold. Did I just rile him up? “ I don’t like you, you’re not fit to be called my mate,”he growled , his cold gaze piercing through me. “ I hate you , I don’t want to be your mate ,” I fired back at him. He rejected me, I accepted the rejection, but there’s something skeptical about it. I felt a pull in my heart, but I couldn’t place what it was.

“I wanna officially make you my mate…” “Vince…” “I already told the whole Pack and beyond that you're my second chance mate.” Her little eyes popped. “Am I?” “Yes,” I confessed, with flickering eyes and a nervous smile. She thought for a second. A trail of shock gleamed in her eyes. “The mark…” “Yes.” She swallowed. “But…but why don't I feel it?” “Because you're still mated to Trent. But I feel it, deeper than you could ever imagine.” “Am I really…” she stopped, flustered for seconds. “It doesn't make any sense.”

All I wanted was to punch his handsome face in and break that pretty straight nose of his. But I knew better than to do that. I would have rejected him but I wasn't sure if my wolf was ready for that, for the pain. She had just recovered to be thrown in the deep end yet again. Unfortunately for both my wolf and me, the pull to the jerk was so difficult to resist because a mate bond was made to be irresistible. Whether you like it or not, whether you're ready or not, once you found your mate there would be no going back. Rejecting a mate meant killing that person's wolf and your wolf. With no wolf, you would be human.

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

Mate. * No. No mate. * Dizzy with desire, my cock straining hard against the fabric of my linen trousers, I push the button on the intercom. “Maya?” A few seconds later, her tinny voice replies. “You should probably leave.” I have to, I know I do, but I don’t want to. I’m breathless with pure lust, and my wolf is pushing, trying to take control so he can get to our mate. “Are you okay?”

" ah yes, it is something that mates can do, if for example you meet your mate and she isn't what you want, as difficult as it may feel you can reject her or vice versa, you'd need to know her full name in order to do it for example, I Roho Milva hereby reject you Ivan Woods as my mate and other half of my soul but the trick is, Ivan would have to accept for the mate bond to be completely broken he would have to say I Ivan Woods hereby accept your rejection and when that happens you would both experience the pain of the bond breaking or if the other party refuses to accept, if you move on they would still feel when you're sleeping with someone else and slowly wither away and die from the pai

she smiled as Whytt had a look of hope light up his face. "Jose? Can I call you that?" "Yes, you can." her eyes flashed red again "Jose you said she is happy with her mate, what is a mate?" "Right, in our world we have what is called a soul-mate. It is the one person that is made just for us, they complete us. If we can find our mate they make us the happiest we could ever be. That's what Seraphina and my brother Dominic are, they are mates, they complete each other. Don't get me wrong it can take a bit of work, some mates hate each other when they first meet but once they spend some time together and get to know each other. The mate bond gets stronger and pulls them together where they are

“You sound just like me when I was your age. But the truth is, Liam, you can’t run from who you are.” I set my glass down a little too hard, the sound echoing through the study. “So, what exactly is a mate? And how will I know when I find mine?” A knowing look crossed his face. “A mate is more than just a partner. It’s a bond. The one person that transcends logic and reason. It’s instinct, fate, and desire all wrapped into one. When you find her, you’ll know. Your wolf will know. Your wolf will be overprotective.”

She squealed in glee, letting everyone inside the hall know that this kid was both her brother and my mate. How fucked up could life get? "Mate?" He echoed, finally recovering from the shock of finding his first ever mate. Silvia disengaged the hug and stared at both of us, with pure wide eyed shock, still processing what was occuring. "You...you two are mates?" She fumbled, pointing at her brother then at me. I was just about to open my mouth and deny everything, when my father and Silvia's parents rushed into the scene, at the sound of the M word.