Mateless Novels & Stories

“You noticed.” "I notice everything.” A faint smile appears on his face, “I’ve heard.” I don't smile at him; I came here for answers, not a reunion. I tap the Belladonna file, “You said Belladonna is not a company.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” Matteo’s fingers drum against the desk, then go still again, “A name.” "I know that.” “No.” He shakes his head, “You know the word; you don't know the person.”

Marcela nods and takes the briefcase, setting it aside on the floor. "By dawn, everything will be on the networks." "I trust that will happen." Maite gets up and leaves a bill under her cup before silently leaving, just as she arrived, unseen by anyone. Marcela sits for a few more minutes while sending some text messages to her friend who works at one of the most read newspapers in the A****n, then she also leaves to get everything ready and pick up Amber from the club. (...) At Grimlore Mansion, Marta, Jarl's mother, sits in the grand hall with a whiskey glass in hand, her feet on the sofa, while a young maid massages her shoulders.

“AHHHHHHHHH” “My Luna what is wrong? Daddy what is wrong with my Luna” Mason is crying. Everyone is surrounding Ireland and Eliza picks up Mason holding him close to her chest with tears in her eyes. “Baby what is wrong?” I am on the ground engulfing her in my arms. I am so focused on her but I don’t miss the puzzled look on Alpha Jerricks face. I have no time to worry about that. I am focused on my mate. Her body is covered in sweat, she is trembling in pain and her mouth is open in silent screams. She makes no noise, her eyes still closed tightly. Her body goes limp then I feel it, I feel the small snap in my soul. Tears flood out of my eyes as I clutch her to me. “Noo please baby no come

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.

“We aren’t connected anymore.” Something about the flippant tone of her voice sets off my anger. I stand, my voice sharp in the silent room. “We are connected. Maybe now more than ever.” Amora stops by the bathroom door, her fingers wrapping around the doorframe as she turns back to roll her eyes at me. “Oh, yeah? How do you figure that? There’s no more mate bond. You made sure of that yourself. Now you’re just a bunch of assholes whose drama I keep getting caught up in.”

The air in the chamber was a shimmering, toxic gold, smelling of ozone and the ancient, dusty scent of a tomb. "You’re too late, Sofia. The resonance is already locked! You’re not fighting me anymore—you’re fighting the very blood in your veins!" Mateo shouted back, his face illuminated by the blinding light of the Soul-Gem. He stood behind the crystalline lattice, his hands gripping the controls as the ship began to hum with a terminal frequency. "Look at your skin! You’re already turning into the memory-metal. Why fight the inevitable? Join her. Become the goddess you were born to be!"

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—"