Mateless Novels & Stories

Norella Pov Three days have passed since the rejection, yet the ache lingers, unyielding and ever-present. Ama, my wolf, is wounded deeply, her silence a testament to the pain we share. I let the tears fall, a silent river, as I scrub the dishes, my thoughts as fragmented as my dreams of escape. Was this my fate? To be mateless, to endure this torment indefinitely? The goddess's whims seemed cruel, unjust. But I refuse to crumble, to let my spirit shatter like delicate glass. I must leave, find solace away from this place that has always been a prison.

The vast majority of the seasons his mouth maintains total audio silence around my line since his tracks usually trail directly behind Kieran’s scent. Mateo completely dismisses the insinuation that his processing centers are anywhere near chemical impairment. “Fire-ale shots are designed for unvetted teenagers. My system is entirely stable.” His intellect is certainly operating with enough clarity to intercept Seraphine’s bloodline leak. “Alpha Magnus is executing a mate bond?” Seraphine leaps straight onto the opportunity to distribute the fresh territory tea. “Correct? The layout registers as completely insane. Our pack has never even permitted our eyes to harvest her scent profile.”

The word mate rolled through Cassandra’s chest like a thunderous echo. She still didn’t know what to do with it. Mate. It sounded sacred. Binding. Terrifying. “I know it is all too much for you to handle,” Sela said softly, her voice low and clear like the song of an old river. “But we don’t have to face everything at once. We can take it one day at a time. One memory at a time. Until you figure out who you are.” Cassandra looked down at her hands, folded tightly in her lap. Her nails had shortened, clean again, but her fingers still trembled slightly from the nightmares that now lived inside her.

"Mateo. You bring the charts?" Mateo spat onto the wet concrete, his dark eyes sliding past Elias to land on me. He took in my bruised knuckles, the dirt smudged across my jaw, and the subtle, telltale weight in my right pocket. A slow, yellow-toothed grin spread across his face. "You look like hell, my friend. International Maritime Security has your faces on a red notice from Lima to Tierra del Fuego. They say you blew up a mountain in Antarctica."

Ray At the first sound of the alarm, I pick it up and throw it against the wall. Is that so wrong of me to want to stay and sleep a little bit more? I don't think so. Yet the damn thing that mate insisted I put for her to wake up wasn't doing its job but annoying me. Groaning, I turned to face my mate and pulled her closer to me just because I needed to feel her near me after the little drama we had; this is the luxury that I need before I go to see why Jay keeps trying to push through the mind link.

he said irritating me as I shivered. “Soul mates with an Omega? Uttering such words from your mouth could get you killed do you know that? Creed! Can't you see that you're an abomination to my pack, I can't have you around me, don't you get?” I said yelling at him. “I don't care if I'm an abomination or a condemnation, I don't really care, I swear by the moon goddess that I'll never reject you as my mate no matter what and that's final” He groaned at me.

They burned orange-gold, wild and unreal. And just like that, the world kind of stopped. “Mate,” they breathed, voices tangled together, perfect and broken at the same time.

I had left in such a hurry that I had barely had time to grab anything. As I walked, I couldn't help but replay the conversation I had had with Daniel over and over in my mind. "Amelia, I'm sorry, but I can't mate with you," he had said, his voice kind but firm. "You're just not strong enough. I need a mate who can handle the responsibilities of being an alpha's partner."

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.

—What do you mean, excited, why? —MATE is close; I can feel it—. Kira in my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. —Don't get too excited; we might be disappointed; we don't need any MATE,— I said, trying to keep her under control and kept my focus on the road. RED WINTER PACKHOUSE