Mated To The Monster Novels & Stories

His voice filled the room in a calm tone as he read aloud. It was a book that explained what werewolves were, how they shifted, and the structure of packs from alphas, betas, gammas, omegas, and lunas. Then he got to the part about mates. “It says here,” Levi read, “a werewolf usually claims their mate by marking them. The mark is made by the wolf sinking its fangs into their mate’s neck…” Kaliyah’s head turned, her expression curious. “Bite?” she asked quietly. Levi nodded slowly. She blinked at him. “So… you’re going to bite me?”

He had still not erased the look in her eyes when she called him a monster. Monster? Was that what he was to her? Was that what she saw him as all along? Liam felt his heart rip into a million pieces and he couldn't breathe. If she really hated him this much, how could she have pretended to love him all these while?

It is a useless trick that the moon Goddess had invented just to play with our emotions. To make us weak. I don’t want a mate. I went upstairs and had sense the strong scent on the other side of the door in front of me. I opened it but found no one inside. I went outside the bedroom and mind-linked Keifer. “She’s here.” “Who’s here?” “My mate. She’s here.” “What? Why here? Is she a human? Oh my God, what will the pack say about this?.... they will never accept her.” Keifer is now babbling nonsense.

What kind of a woman I am to have sex with someone who doesn't care about me? I gave my virginity to the wolf who only brings destruction in his life. But there is still hope that he will forget about everything and accept me as his mate because I made love to him. I hope after sex, the mate bond worked on him and my misery ends when I open my eyes next. AFTER 3 hours I wake up with a shooting pain in between my legs. I am unable to scream because the pain is too much for me to bear. I look to my side and see the monster who is lying on his back beside me. His eyes are closed, and he is looking like the most innocent creature, but I know the reality behind the mask.

There had never been anything more intoxicating in my life. Until she had given herself to me. She had done it freely, willingly. She, a daughter of the moon, had given herself to me, a monster of the night. I still had her taste on my tongue when slid herself onto my hard length, the warmth of her body alone was nearly enough to have me shooting off inside her. I hadn’t wanted her to stop, so when the pain came, I tried to ease it, help her through it. But then she had leaned back, offering her perfect breasts to me. I pierced her breast with my fangs, once again tasting her and her blood together only this time, I was buried deep inside her, my beautiful mate riding me, taking her pleasure

Everything I thought I knew, everything I had feared about this night, paled in comparison to the reality I now faced. I was mated to a monster. And there was no escaping it.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

Right now, I had to be the anchor he could hold on to while he found himself again. "We are mates," I whispered. "That's why you felt the pull. That's why you felt our connection. It's because we are soulmates." He had no idea what mates were, which was not surprising given that he was human, so I explained everything to him. But stopped when he suddenly said he was sorry. "For what?" "I'm sorry that you are mated to a monster." I firmly grasped his hand, assuring him that he was not a monster. But he jumped to his feet, insisting he was.

For a heartbeat, they were hers, golden, burning and alive. And then they weren’t. The pale light of the Hollow flickered in her gaze. Her lips parted, and when she spoke, two voices poured out, hers and the monster’s. “Kael.” My chest seized. The bond surged, burning and binding me tighter. She looked at me like she knew me, like I was salvation and damnation both. “My mate,” she whispered, her hand twitching toward me. Then her lips curled, teeth flashing. “My prey.” She lunged.