Mating Season Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The door unlocked, but Reid paused. "Denzel," Reid said, turning to look at him and leaving the door slightly ajar. Denzel huffed. "What is it, Reid?" "The mating season is in two weeks, and you are yet to find your mate," Reid said and fled off laughing. Denzel scoffed and shook his head. Reid didn't like Nira either, and at every opportunity, he found ways to remind him that she was not his mate. Denzel was about to climb the stairs, but he turned back to lock the door using the key and bolt.

My heels made a soft clicking sound on the floor. Suddenly, the air shifted. A sharp, musky scent hit my nose. “Ew,” my wolf muttered. I ignored her. If she had just chosen Leon as our mate, none of this would be happening. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the air, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Fuck! Harder, baby!” Maya’s voice followed the sound. She was having sex? I froze. Fear snaked down my spine, but I pushed it away.

Kissing, licking – so, so careful not to leave any marks, because everyone would see me tomorrow in my wedding dress, walking down the aisle to supposedly marry another man – a murderer and traitor who we were doing everything to expose, but still. The thought of doing all this with Azrael on the night before my supposed wedding to Damian gave me a strange, terrible frisson of delight. Damian would get nothing of me: not my life, not my pack, not my wedding vows, and not even the chance to really touch me while he was still my fiancé. No, I’d be spending the night before our wedding with my real fiancé. And I knew I would enjoy it more than I’d ever enjoyed anything with Damian.

Albert staggered back, crashing to the floor. His fingers trembled as he flipped open the agreement. The contents were brief: Article 1: Grace invokes the right of unilateral rejection due to the betrayal of her mate, Albert. The dissolution is mandatory and effective immediately. Article 2: Their son, Leo, has chosen to remain with his mother, Grace. Below the second article was a line of small, handwritten text in Grace’s script. “Blessings to you and Maria. Now you can have a real mating ceremony with her.”

I forced myself to get up, my newly scarred body protesting every movement. Damien's study was just next door. The safe in his desk had a familiar combination - the date we first met. "I'll never forget this day," he'd told me then, crimson eyes glowing with what I'd thought was love. "The day my blood first recognized her mate." But nothing inside belonged to our story. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of blood supplements for vampire pregnancies, still sealed, pressed against Vivienne's blood test results.

Asher answered and shook hands with him. They both sat on the chairs opposite each other, and then I thought this place isn’t a house, but more like a relaxation place or just a meeting point. “ So how do you plan to get rid of her?” Asher questioned. “ It’s going to be so hard, because from the look of things the mating isn’t just normal … there’s something more,” Lucien answered. “ So.. what do I do now ?” Asher questioned. Lucien twirls his finger in the air,“ You may have to set her up on something, then the pack will blame her for it, then the pack’s punishment will determine her fate or you might have to reject her.”

Leaving aside the thoughts of the world, I caved in and kissed him once more. My heart raced as Rurac's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, mirroring my frantic efforts to undress and get out of the layers of clothing gripping at my body. The air around us crackled with anticipation, and the room seemed to shrink, enveloping us in a cocoon of raw desire. The world outside didn't exist to either of us; there was only him and me, bound by an unspoken longing that had finally reached its breaking point. I wondered why I felt this damned crazy and hot but then I realized that the time spent away with him, the mating mark must've begun to fade and this was the longest we stayed away from

I said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. She frowned at my tone, but I kissed her between her eyebrows, smoothening it. “The mating season is around the corner. I could turn you and mark you at the same time. Have a little more patience, baby.” “Alright. It’s not like you can abandon me now.” Karyna shrugged, and I frowned upon hearing her words, moving forward to stand in her view. “I don't plan to ever abandon you.” I asserted, clearly. A smile spread across her beautiful face. “You're so sweet. I know I will be happy as long as I'm with you.”

Even Hazel, who had been sitting beside him pretending to be elegant, had her smile freeze on her face, her usually sweet pheromones faltering. Fury flashed in Kelsey's eyes. He stood abruptly, reaching for my wrist. "Take this back to the packhouse! This isn't your stage for tantrums! Don't embarrass the pack!" "No, we'll settle this here." I shook him off so hard he stumbled back. Raising my voice for all to hear, I declared, "You two are perfect together—one committing adultery, the other a willing homewrecker." I sneered, "I won't stand in the way of your 'noble' union. I hereby dissolve our mating bond. May you two be blissfully happy and cease desecrating the word 'mate.'"

I don’t know what time it is, but I’m sure it’s God’s shit,” I muttered, barely moving my tongue, drifting off to sleep again. Reed approved. Mating season starts tomorrow. My eyes flew open. And it is unlikely that they had the same delight that I saw now in Martha's eyes. I didn’t want to sleep anymore, but I still pushed my friend out of bed and now covered myself with a blanket over the pillow. Wake me up when this nightmare is over.