Mated To The Mad Lord Novels & Stories

If they get to find out about this, they would find every possible way to make me mate with Creed so I would drop off my title. “Alright, Alpha Erica” the council replied to me. “I'll take my leave”, I said sauntering out of the council. I tried connecting to Avila but she didn't respond. After several attempts, she eventually responded to me. “So you want to reject our mate?” Avila asked me in a fragile manner. That didn't sound like Avila. It appeared my wolf was down.

She frowned at him. Damon tilted his head, still yearning to know what this desire for her is. “Hello?” She decided to shovel past him but his hands gripped her arms, pushing her back against the stone wall of the room. The interaction made Nadia tense but his touch makes her grimace. She didn’t understand. Their eyes locked gaze for mere moments before he spoke. “You..called me your mate.” His eyes then trailed to the plump parts of her lips. They quiver but he couldn’t help himself but to know more.

“Lord Mathin?” The richly dressed stranger waved an elegant hand. “Mathin the Mad, if you prefer.” The green gems in the circlet on her brow glittered. She looked in the direction of the racetrack and the rider making his way around it with blinding speed. “Though I would be careful about using that title to his face. He doesn’t like reminders of his family’s legacy.” She smiled at Andrea as she assessed her. “Not that it makes him any less appealing as a potential mate. Surely one as potent as he could overcome any unappealing traits in his seed.”

“Then we bring her closer and prove she disappoints.” “We bring her closer,” I correct, “and prove she breaks.” “Over what?” “Choice,” I say. “She’ll have to choose between the rules Marek drills into her and the sweet path we lay at her feet. Either answer gives me something I can use.” Mirelle returns from her errand beaming as if she’s done more than set gossip in motion. “The ladies say the maid walked past you without lowering her head properly,” she crows. “They’ll repeat it before supper.”

"What the hell is this, Cillian? Madison is my mate! How dare you steal her from me!" Cillian remained calm. "You're talking nonsense. Dad personally arranged for this union. When did she ever become your mate?" Below the altar, Lucian said disapprovingly, "Leon, it's Cillian's marking ceremony today, not a place for your tantrums!" Leon froze, as if struck by lightning. His voice shook. "No, this can't be right. Madison and I are fated mates! Besides, Cillian is a cripple." Suddenly, realization hit him like a blow. He grabbed Cillian by the collar and roared, "Your legs, they're fine! You've been lying to me this whole time. You lied and stole my mate!"

The rituals began, cheers and ululations filling the air as soon as we both drank from the water — the old traditions believed to be the test of the Moon Goddess herself. Finally, we headed for the doors — it was our first night to begin the breeding ceremony. Laughter and cheers and smiles all filled the air. “You do things right and do right by her,” Lord Mark offered curtly, tapping me against my shoulders gently but squeezing before pulling away. His eyes bore into mine, and for a brief second, we both had a silent conversation. The man was threatening me, and I was not dumb. I understood — if Ciara was to bear me an heir, he’d have the entire power which I, the Lycan king, had fought to

It's delicious. It doesn't take long though for me to feel this weird feeling in my heart and soul. It's like a fog is slowly being lifted from me. All the hatred I have towards humans is fading. And I'm left with something else. I'm left with something stronger. “You're right,” I whisper. “You're right. It was a spell. Because now I know he's my mate. I left my mate.” “It’s not too late,” she assures me. “If it's meant to be, it will work out. You just have to put in the work to make it happen. You just have to go to him.”

It’s not easy for her to just move on from rejection so easily. “Ash please just give me-“ He was cut off by Ashley pointing at the door signaling for him to leave. “I won’t stop trying to win you back,” He said and immediately shut the door before Ashley could throw a pillow at him. The next day in the palace, Xavier was lying on his bed when he had a dream. The moon goddess appeared and spoke to him. ‘Xavier you must accept Ashley as your mate, and turn from your philandrous ways if not you will die a slow and painful death, heed my words or face death.’ and with that, she disappeared.

If her mate makes a point of his bad ass warrior mate having scars he’s mine. “I’d never thought you were that vicious Liberty,” Madeline laughs. “Should I be scared of her?” Martin asks entering the room holding Madeline’s bag, “I brought your stuff because WE’RE TAKING YOU HOME!” Madeline gets out of bed to hug Martin. As I watch them Maverick nudges me, “If you’d ask me neither are going to find their fated mate they belong together.” “Yeah I’m thinking the same, but give them time.”

“I bet that’s Lady Julia. She was one of his rumored girlfriends before.” “More like she’s been wanting to be mated with the king.” One of the cooks, Robert, jumped in when he heard Maddie filling me in with information. I met his warm brown eyes. “Their family had always wanted a connection with the Adreyevs, preferably through marriage. But the king and her had their wolf, turned eighteen, but no matebond has been formed. And it seemed like the king Titus didn’t fancy her that much to even consider it. But look at them now, so who knows,” he said.