Mateless Novels & Stories

|Chapter 04| Zaitelle Axis A day before Kester's 20th birthday, his mom, Mrs. Aqua Quiner called me for a talk. I'm quite perplexed and a little bit nervous because of her sudden invitation even though we were doing it since my childhood days. I don't know why there are too many changes in terms of interacting with them when in fact, I shouldn't act like this. "Nana, is this okay?" I ask her while putting a dress in front of my body and watch how it looks in me.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

Nerissa whispered. "Hm, let just enjoy this moment. I'll just get another bottle of champagne. Just wait me here okay?" Mateo stod up as Nerissa nod. She smiled softly as she watches Mateo walk away, but then her expression quickly changed into something bitter, that it made the blanket under her legs bunch up in knots inside her fist. "You can't fool me, Mateo. I can sense that you still have feelings for that fucking, Isabella, but no one can ever steal you from me. No one..." she dangerously whispered.

She hugged him again and Valen left. Meanwhile, Mateo has been depressed since over two months he hasn't seen or heard from Elina. For a whole month, his mother suspected that Mateo was beginning to leave the house. She had every corner outside of his room wired with silver lining so that Mateo wouldn't come out each time she leaves the house. Mateo even as a man cried to his mother to remove the Silver lining around his room so he could come out even to receive a fresh breeze. The mother refused and he threatened to take his own life if she didn't do as he requested.Only then was when she finally agreed to remove the Silver lining. Mateo assured her that he will not dare leave the house a

The vault descended into a silence so profound it felt like the air had been suddenly vacuumed from the room. Mara stared at the analog passport in her trembling hands. The name *Cassandra Vale* was typed in stark, unapologetic black ink. The photo attached wasn't of an older woman. It was a digital composite—a terrifyingly precise amalgamation of Cassandra’s facial structure combined with Mara’s own measurements. "Your mother," Mara whispered, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "The Entity was created by your mother."

Not everything, but anything that mattered to her was gone. “Amira” I pushed through the mind link, but my words fell into empty space. The mate bond had gone silent.

"Aaliyah, what am I looking at?" "I have no idea." Aaliyah's voice carried the raw honesty of a hacker who had encountered a system she could not parse. "The entity does not register on any sensor. Not energy. Not matter. Not conceptual frequency. It is a negative space. A void in the shape of... something." "Marcus?"

—What am I trying to do, if I want to enjoy this monument I must cure it, so this imitation of Alfa is of no use to me. — I must try to wake up, I must bring Ana back, I heard unintelligible words recited in a language I did not know, while something passed through my body, I felt like I was being dismembered, the pain was unbearable and at the same time it was something I had felt before. , Matallus did it when we went to the Moon pack —You are not cooperating Alfita, stop thinking about her, Ana no longer exists, your stupid omega or what was left of that remains is completely gone and your spawn will do so soon, the moment it is born it will no longer be a human, you are listening to "my

Some omega alpha pairs never seemed to be able to do so successfully. Trying to bondspeak with his omega was like trying to remember the code for a lock you’ve long forgotten, when that code consisted of fourteen random letters and or numbers. Suffice it to say that Mattel was not having a good time. Not even close. Mattel’s head is pounding as he tries to reach out his soul over neural connections, forms of chemical signaling and link up but all he hears is the static buzz of a psychic telephone. What a psychic headache. He wants to know where Regina is.

"What does he take me as? A mate for sale? I am not for purchase. I am no longer his mate and I do not belong to him" Alaila nodded. "Of course you do not"