Mateless Novels & Stories

And I’m still doing it. Matteo stands beside me, unusually quiet. That’s how I know he’s serious. No jokes. No deflection. Just focus. “You remember how this felt last time, right,” he says. “Yes.” “And you’re still sure about this.” “No.” He nods. “Good. At least we’re being honest.” The fragment pulses weakly in front of us. Not stable. Not fully functional. But not dead either. Something in between. Something broken. Something rebuilding. And inside it—

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

I wasn't going to do that to myself a second time. It'll break something in me that could never be replaced. I could feel it like a snake deep low in my belly, waiting and breathing for any form of hope to build within my insides through the present cracks and scars so it could crush and destroy it completely until my soul perished into dust. "I have a wolf and I still haven't found my mate yet. We'll be best friends for lifers until those assholes finally come running.” Melanie added, taking a hold of my arm once again.

The nouns floating weightlessly in the space, sharp and heavy as a scalpel. Aurora’s brows furrowed. "Mate with my mate? I have no mate," she declared stiffly as she got to her feet. Her gaze was steady, yet her heart drummed in her chest. "You’re mistaken, witch. If you’re talking about Sage, he’s not my mate. He’s just—"

I’ll be fine… I’m sure I’ll be fine…” Her voice faded away as she began another bout of pitiful crying. Mattias remained motionless while his eyes shifted back and forth between us. The unbearable tension stretched out endlessly while seconds turned into hours. His shoulders straightened while his jaw clenched with determination. He faced me completely before speaking my name, "Amélie Jakob." “I reject our Fate Mate bond. Now and forever.” His declaration slammed into me like a physical assault, leaving me speechless.. A sharp and overwhelming pain spread throughout my entire body. The pain appeared inside my chest then radiated outward until it controlled my entire body.

she asked, trying to get up, “You don’t have to do that,” “Well, I don’t want to be mateless for this seventh life of mine,” She didn’t catch what he said. However, one word caught her attention, he told mateless? “M-mate, what?” He shrugged as if it was not a big thing, “You felt and smelled that too, right? That tingling sensation, the smell of a sweet lemon and lavender, with honey and a bit of chamomile,” her eyes widened; he just described it perfectly!

Fenris Perspective The stench of this place is overpowering. Thick rot, industrial waste, and rusted metal burn my sinuses, but beneath it all, something miraculous happens. As I tear through the labyrinth of abandoned warehouses, I feel it, a faint, desperate tug in the center of my chest. The mate bond. It’s weak, suffocating under whatever poison they've pumped into her, but the sheer physical proximity of her soul is trying to stitch it back together.

She's my mistress, me. The giggle of the "Set" rose and applauded excitedly, saying with eyes shining with tears of laughter, "Look, who's talking?! Alexander, the ascetic!! Alexander, who has devoted his life to his pack and seeks to reunite all other packs under his banner, is ashamed of his mate, my mistress ?! Does your sacred pack know about the moon mate and that she is a rogue?!"

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.