Mated To The Badboy Novels & Stories

My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. "You're my mate," he said, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard. It wasn't a question. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could I possibly say? How could I, Thalia, the pathetic Omega who couldn't even shift, be mated to Zephyr Dalton, the most feared Alpha in all the packs? As Zephyr's eyes raked over me, assessing, claiming, I felt my world tilting on its axis. Everything I thought I knew, everything I had feared about this night, paled in comparison to the reality I now faced.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

Serene retorted. “You never loved me, you stupid bitch! I was just a pawn in your game.” “A game you had much to gain from, didn’t you? But being a waste of space, you couldn’t even achieve that one thing.” “You sound so confident that he wouldn’t kill you.” Darius smirked. “Come on, this is Matteo we’re talking about. I have him in my palm forever, severed mate bond or not. I’m the baddest woman he has ever had in his life, and he will welcome me with open arms.”

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

inched closer to her through the crowd, her scent growing stronger. My wolf was screaming inside me, his growl rebounding through my head. He was only repeating one word, ‘Mate.’ But that couldn’t be right. I didn’t even know her. Wasn’t I supposed to be mated to someone my family knows?? Dad always told us that 99% of the time we are mated to someone within our own pack or to someone that our family adds pack knows. But Dad’s lied a lot over the years, so I should have figured he lied about other things as well. As I get closer, I hear the girls making fun of my mate about her clothing choice, saying that she looks like a freak in her black chunky ankle boots, fishnets, pleated black skirt

"Your mate is a pussy," I burst out into laughter at Adam's sudden words. It's ugly and loud. I'm snorting like a pig and crying like a baby with tears running down my cheeks. "Oh-my-god!" I shake more laughter out of my system. "Where did you get air from?" Adam growls above me. "What do you mean? The mate-bond is something sacred. I don't get people choosing people who aren't their mate for their partner, be it for power or something else. In my eyes, it's wrong,"

I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy. I’ve been the bad guy ever since people found out I was cheating on my mate. I know cheating on mates is a bad thing, but I have a high libido. Sally could never keep up and honestly, I don’t find her that attractive. I know she is seen as a saint with her wonderful and forgiving personality. I’m seen as the bad guy, the cheater, the unfaithful one.

Her voice was getting shriller: "Whether it's true or not, your reputation is completely ruined now. The whole pack will know what kind of person you really are." "When you come crawling back begging Marcus to bond with you—and you will—our family might not even be willing to take you back!" She was practically spitting with fury: "You think you can find someone better than my son? You're delusional! No decent Alpha will want damaged goods!" I was so angry I could feel my wolf stirring beneath my skin, wanting to tear this woman's throat out. But I controlled myself and shot back: "Don't worry about me finding someone, Auntie. I already have a mate—one who's ten thousand times better than Ma

he said irritating me as I shivered. “Soul mates with an Omega? Uttering such words from your mouth could get you killed do you know that? Creed! Can't you see that you're an abomination to my pack, I can't have you around me, don't you get?” I said yelling at him. “I don't care if I'm an abomination or a condemnation, I don't really care, I swear by the moon goddess that I'll never reject you as my mate no matter what and that's final” He groaned at me.

Centuries. Darkness. Loneliness. Waiting. Starving. Dreaming. Praying. Not evil. Not originally. Something abandoned. Something twisted by endless isolation. Something that no longer remembered what it had once been. “She promised.” Pain flooded my chest. “She promised me.” I saw Selene. Broken. Destroyed. Holding her dying daughter. And I understood. The bargain. Not power. Not immortality. Not conquest. Companionship. The creature had been alone. And Selene—