Mateless Novels & Stories

“Mat—stop—” He tilted his head. “Why?” Her eyes rolled back slightly. “I swear—” I gaped. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Mateo smirked. “What?” “You—She’s wearing a toy?!” He shrugged. “She likes it.” “I—WHAT—” I stared at Vesper. “YOU TOLD ME TO RELAX?!” She winced. “Ty—” “YOU WERE CLOWNING ME WHILE YOU’RE OUT HERE WEARING A DAMN REMOTE-CONTROLLED—”

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

I an not sure how well my captor can see in the dark, but they seem to be moving with ease, and I don’t want them to know that I am gaining strength. “Mate.” My capture hisses, “People call the mate bond a gift from the Goddess Selene, but I find it to be more of a nuisance as well as a weakness. Without a mate, you have nothing to care about but yourself. Once you have a mate you have someone else you have to worry about. A being who holds thother half of your heart and soul. Without them near you, your body begins to weaken, you begin to lose your mind with worry. The only thing you’re able to concentrate on is your mate and their well being, leaving you distracted and an easy target.”

I shook my head with a soft laugh. "Not everyone is lucky enough to be born with a soulmate, Felice. I think I am mateless, as in, the Moon Goddess didn't choose a mate for me. So Everleigh, she is actually not my mate. That's a whole reason for all these problems." I shortly explained. "Mateless... You are mateless?" she asked. "I guess. Or I haven't searched enough for my mate-" "Alpha, Grey," she called for my attention. "Hmm?"

"Everything is not fine, Matthew. Ever since that witch called Selene blocked the cards, I haven’t been able to go shopping. I was forced to wear this blouse today, this same blouse I wore three weeks ago! I saw it on someone's I*******m story. Mata chimed in, not even looking up from her phone. "My friends are starting to whisper. They’re asking if something happened. Why Mata has suddenly disappeared from Zara, from Balmain, and from existence. I stared at them both. Really looked at them

The Psychological Echo Ethan felt a cold "Tension" rise in his chest. He looked at the shard. It shouldn't exist. He had "De-materialized" the Master-Ledger. But he knew his mother's "possessive" nature. Madeline wouldn't have trusted a single vault, not even one in the Alps.

But she had that power forever, and she wasn’t able to use it, that's all. Because she lacked confidence and trust, I was born MATLESS too. That's why everyone feared me. Matles have much stronger powers because they can choose their own destiny. But then she ended the kisses with a gentle slap to my face “now be careful, I can hear all of your minds clearly. And you for sure. Let’s get married then.” I lifted her between my arms immediately and twirled in circles happily, laughing, “oh my god. I’m so happy. But—”

Not a text this time. An audio file. He hesitated for half a second before pressing play. Whispers. Distorted, low murmurs slithered through the speaker. Not words. Not a clear voice. Just whispers. Twisting, crawling, unnatural. Mateo exhaled sharply and tossed the phone onto the couch. “Find out who’s behind this.” His voice was steady, but his fingers curled into a fist. His men scrambled, making calls, demanding answers. But they wouldn’t find anything.

His dark gray shirt held on to his muscular frame tightly, he didn't wear a tie, all his buttons were buttoned up. He was perfect at hiding his own regrets and emotions, not even his eyes showed his pain. They were cold and piercing . "I warned you, Camellia," he murmured. "I warned you not to trust me." She laughed out bitterly. "No, you didn't. You played me... After that night, you truly became a ghost. You..." Mateo's jaw tightened. "You never reached out. But it doesn't matter now... you belong to Requiem now. To him." His voice was laced with an emotion she couldn't decipher, something unreadable.

He remained silent, his silence speaking volumes. Natasha knew very well what a contract mate was, (It’s a formal agreement between two packs, a deal rare as rarest is struck, when a female werewolf can’t find her destined mate is contracted to an Alpha who is in in need of a contract mate.) But she had never imagined such a cruel fate landing in her lap. First, she was born a half-breed, then she was wolf-less, followed by being mate-less, and now a contract mate. Could fate be any crueler to a single person, she thought to herself as tears streamed down her cheeks.