Mating Moon Novels & Stories

The moon hung full and silver above them, its light turning everything to glass and shadow. Mara raised her hands for silence. “Tonight, we honor not just our victory, but our unity. We stand together because we chose to trust each other.” Her eyes turned to Lena. “We welcome our new Luna, who stood between darkness and light and chose both. Without her, this pack would not stand as one.” Lena’s throat tightened as the pack howled in unison—a deep, powerful sound that echoed through the valley. Damian turned to her, his voice low but sure. “You are my equal, Lena. My moon. My mate.”

The moon goddess wouldn't possibly give me a punishment ten times worse than my crime, would she? Mating me to a man that cuts the fingers of his prisoners off and forcefully feeding it to them? Mating me to a man that kills any of his subjects that does as much as looking at him. Mating me to a man that killed his own wife? The moon goddess would be so cruel to do such a thing to me, would she? This must be a nightmare. It must! “Since you've clearly made up your mind, I'll gladly grant your request and make sure you and your lover have the most painful death in the history of deaths."

Unrequited love is a sting most felt by the young. Moon Goddess Luna was working in her hut. She threw bones and questioned the moon, “The mating season is coming and we need to make sure the couples who can, do have pups before this coming war. Show me, your faithful follower who needs to love who for the strongest pups and longest relationships.” She looked at her bones and took a bundle of lavender and lemongrass to light. “Interesting, this looks right. I’ll trust you Moon Goddess. You chose me to tell them and set it into motion.” She began working the roots to prepare the love potion for the pack dinner tonight. The mates would find each other according to whom the Moon Goddess decided

“Our ancestors preferred marking their mates during a full moon. We are stronger when the moon is full, and they seemed to believe their bond would be stronger. There used to be whole balls, around the lunar cycle, for people to meet their mates. A lot of old packhouses still have those ballrooms, but they are now used for regular pack parties.” She seemed to find this interesting because she looked up for the first time since coming to the library. “We still have parties for those who can’t find their mates, although there are some that use apps to find a match. The Moon Goddess usually helps push us in the right direction of our mate, at least, we believe. But people can get impatient. And

It felt like she was getting more confused instead of getting answers. “Because you’re his mate and a beautiful woman overall”. Claire responded, and knowing Marissa would still be confused, chose to elaborate. “Mates are partners like husband and wife for humans. However, for us, we can’t choose who we want by ourselves. The moon goddess chooses for us, by making someone just for us. We can tell as soon as we see that person because there’s a pull and scent that tells us once the time is right”. Claire says, looking at Marissa and honestly praying that she doesn’t flip out or takes this the wrong way, but Marissa’s face showed no emotion.

Though their mate bond scent was clearly secured and yet, the only missing to make it more official was their mating. “Wow…but I heard that there will be a very strong pull when the full moon shines to its peak and the heat will be hard to tolerate or ignore…” Isabelle speak of what she knew about the mating when Mira put her index finger over her own lips while smiling. Isabelle was confused by her imprinted mother’s gesture. “Sshh, your Daddy was about to wake up, I’m going to tease him first.” Mira grinned and winked at Isabelle as she went to the bed and opened her robe again.

Taking a deep breath, I say to him, “The Moon Goddess has paired them as mates. There is no dark magic involved and Izzy is his true mate. You are to accept who the Moon Goddess has paired.” “She can reject him.” Alpha Shawn says to me and I give him a look and put my hands on my hips and say, “And how did that feel when I rejected you? And we weren’t even paired by the Moon Goddess. It would kill the two of them, especially Izzy, who has been waiting for her mate.”

I replied, wondering where this was going. She sighed, placing her hand on her forehead, she shook her head, "Linda, listen carefully. On the night of the full moon, women who have found their fated mate go into heat and release a scent that attracts the men, especially their mate, for mating. They'll be in pain until their mate gives them the mark and they consummate the mating bond. They'll crave sex and want to be with their mate to ease the pain. If the woman sleeps with any man other than her mate, the pain intensifies and could last for days, unless she's rejected by her mate. It's a way for the moon goddess to help strengthen the mating bond and help bring mates closer to make babies.

Still, I didn't bother to go back inside the bedroom to get a cardigan. My gaze swept over the area, and my eyes landed on the moon which hung in the midnight sky like a luminous pearl, casting a gentle radiance upon the darkness of the forest. Its silver glow painted the sky some shades of black and gray. Shit. The moon is somewhat full. "The mating ceremony will be tomorrow," I told Amaris, gaze never leaving the moon. And the thought of Alpha Shawn and I, marking each other, somehow sent shivers down my spine. "And I'm so excited!"

he comments to me. I look at him in surprise before standing and rushing to the washroom. I look in the mirror. He was right. The mark was almost non-existent. When a chosen mate marks one another the marks are simply the points our fangs make in our skin. Unlike a fated or second chance mate, where we get a design for a mark signifying the tying of two souls blessed by the Moon Goddess.