Mates Books Novels & Stories

“Do it, mom” “I, Mirella Pica, reject you, Markus Brooks as my mate”. Her mom breathes out with a sigh, before both of them drop to the floor clutching their chests. Rejecting a fated mate bond is excruciating, or so I have heard. And it is much worse if the bond has been established already by marking each other.

"You and Darius should feel drawn to each other with such force that you can't fight it. It's how mateship works." Liar, I think and narrow my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard about mates who split? Or... cheated on each other?" I shrug. "Never in my lifetime," he answers at once. "There was never even such a story told. When a person has a mate...and finds it, he or she does not even think about another possible love interest. Your mate is your beginning and your end." I try to contain the bubble of words stuck inside me, but I cannot do it anymore. I burst. "How come Mother wasn't your end?" The words come out angry.

Miatta Mates? It couldn't be. Could it? I let go of his shirt, trying to meditate on his unbelievable words. I was a werewolf and he was a demonic lycan. We had nothing in common: he, a cowardly prince and me, a princess turned slave. It couldn't be possible that the Moon Goddess would be that unfair to me. We were on good terms, mostly. Yet my head spun with multiple possibilities, a tiny part of me taking his words as truth, especially the part about losing my soul. My mother and I had made a conversation out of the topic of mates once. Although I had been partially embarrassed and partially impatient to return to a swordfight practice with my brothers, I got a few things from what she had

I sucked in a deal breath not realising I had blurred it out so fast I hadn’t taken a breath. “Son I am disappointed you couldn’t follow my simple order until we found answers but I actually DO understand the need to be near your mate. I have your mother remember? And as Alpha blood runs in your veins all your urges and feeling are going to be even stronger.” He let out a deep sigh at the same time I looked I’m down at my feet, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. “Your mother tells me you roughed her?” I looked back up, “yes, she held her hand out for me to shake and I didn’t think about it properly. She felt the sparks though! So she really is my mate Alpha I’m not making this up

' ___ "D-d-do you-do you l-love me?" 'But the sad part is, you swore you were gonna take good care of him but just yesterday, he was questioning the love you had for him. You spend more time taking crack than you do with your own son. You put more effort into sleeping around than you do playing with him. You are a horrible mother,' the voice in my head concluded. I put out the cigar as tears began to rush down my face because it was true. I am a horrible mother. 》》Jason《《

And then something happened that I had no words for. It started in my chest, a pulling, blooming ache, like a wound opening and healing at the same time. It spread through my ribs and down my spine and into my fingertips where they were still clutching his shirt. The air between us changed, and I felt it so deeply that my eyes filled with tears before I even understood what it was. The mate bond. I had heard the elders describe it. I had thought I understood it. I had not understood it at all. "Finn," I whispered. My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way.

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

True Mates are reincarnated over the centuries so that their spirits may always find another, even after these bodies have long gone. Mother and I reluctantly go to leave his office, and I sweep one last look back at my father. He comes around from his desk and grabs my hand and kisses it. “I love you, little butterfly. Have fun with your mother and please be safe.” he chastises in his loving tone.

She squealed in glee, letting everyone inside the hall know that this kid was both her brother and my mate. How fucked up could life get? "Mate?" He echoed, finally recovering from the shock of finding his first ever mate. Silvia disengaged the hug and stared at both of us, with pure wide eyed shock, still processing what was occuring. "You...you two are mates?" She fumbled, pointing at her brother then at me. I was just about to open my mouth and deny everything, when my father and Silvia's parents rushed into the scene, at the sound of the M word.