Mated To The Badboy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I managed to stuter and licked my lips as I stared at his pink ones. "Say Yes." His head was descending down to mine and he was dangerously close. I licked my lips again and couldn't help muttering, "yes." He raised his head away and kissed my forehead. "well then, I'll see you tomorrow night at 7 baby girl." ***** How do you know your bad boy is in love with you? First, he'll make your life miserable. Then he'll show up at your doorstep looking like a snack to take you on the most cheesy date that can ever exist.

For him to mate with her, to possess her in every way. “To deny me the right to claim you would drive me feral. I’d be driven to madness, Andreena.” Adam said, his eyes still locked on mine. “That’s what happens to us when we don’t mate. We go mad and have to be put down like a rabid animal.” ***Andreena POV*** This had to be a bad joke or some kind of trick. The way I felt for Spencer, that burned through me. It had been there since the first night that I had met him.

I’m used to being alone. ‘I don’t want us to be alone. We have to have a mate.’ ‘If we do, then the Moon Goddess doesn’t want us to meet yet. I just hope it doesn’t end up like Adrian and Amber.’ ‘Their situation is sad,’ Mali said. ‘I feel sorry for Adrian. He was clearly hurting. What Amber did was really bad, don’t you think?’ Mali huffed. ‘She disrespected the mate bond. Yeah, it’s bad. You better not disrespect the mate bond when we meet our mate. No rejecting unless he is a real asshole.’

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."

I never thought things would fall into place so seamlessly. After we pulled apart and sat down, she grinned. “Now… back to the orgasm… did you finally connect with Sexy Mate?” Sexy what? I was confused for a moment before realizing she meant Mav. Her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Not yet,” I admitted. “Although I feel the mate bond growing stronger every day. It’s getting harder to control.” Rosé clicked her tongue. “You’re so frustrating, Jass. How can you resist that fine specimen? From his physique, I can only imagine how…”

“You should have seen his eyes. All that guilt, confusion—it makes him weak. And that makes Ingrid weaker.” Wally chuckled, though his grin was jagged. “Then the clock has started. You’ll need to get him again, twice more. On the third night... the mate bond will break her from the inside out. Her body won’t be able to handle the pain.” “Good.” His lips curled with satisfaction. “Two more nights, Dagna. Then she’ll die.” “And what if she survives?” I asked, folding my arms. “She won’t,” he said flatly. “Especially not with the power of the Jewel in my possession. You focus on seducing him. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Mathew is unmated. That’s why he has spare time at night.” For some unknown reason, he felt an unease in his chest, his heart thumped at the picture of happily married Mathew with his kids. “This luxury is for living. I am such a fool.” An empty smile adorned his face, he chuckled at his understanding. “Unmated wolves commonly have bad attitudes, he will be fine after having a wife.” Jason wished him good luck and left, a sly grin spread at Mathew’s face. “It’s working, my mate likes the way I look.”

These two have made it the goal of their life to torment me. You will ask me who they think that I will turn to and complain to about them. Well, the answer is easy, my boyfriend. He is the second son of the alpha. One day he will become the beta of his brother. Will I be his mate? I doubt it. Me, an orphan and gamma mated to the future beta? I don’t think so.

Badarlph growled, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, DAMINOR. WE'RE GOING TO LOSE OUR MATE BECAUSE OF YOUR FOOLISHNESS. SHE'S OURS AND NOBODY ELSE, WE NEED TO CLAIM HER NOW!” “I won't listen to you Badarlph. That girl isn't my mate, my mate died fifteen years ago. I don't have another mate.” Daminor growled back to his wolf. “I will never accept her, Badarlph.” And then he heard his wolf chuckle. “WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT, MY OTHER HALF!”

He looked at me apologetically, still holding me. "Stop it!" I said suddenly, trying to squirm out of his arms, "I can't be your mate! Lycans don't mate with us, it's madness! Just put me down and leave me alone!" I was almost shouting by the end of it, and I realised people were beginning to stare, but he at least put me down, looking sulky.