Mature Opposite Novels & Stories

CELLA'S POV "I am answering it. By surviving." He started walking, and I had no choice but to follow or be left behind. "I'm someone who knows how to stay alive. If you want the same, you'll come with me. If not..." He shrugged. "The forest is that way." I stood frozen, watching him walk away. He's our mate, Sable said. He's an omega. He saved our life. Twice. That doesn't change what he is.

opinion. Christine glared at me and moved to take a seat while Christian sat close to me. "So when is she leaving?" He asked, making wonder why he was so gentle with me. Maybe I am the one who is starting to overthink this. My brother can be possessive and at the same time he can make jest of me. He is yet to find his mate even though he was twenty five. Well, in fact none of my mother's offspring have found their mates. "As soon as the doctor brings the prescription." My mother replied and he nodded his head as he rubbed circles on my forehead. Which was quite soothing.

Why do I not have a mate at this age? I must tell you before proceeding further into my story and my life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My world is more different than anything you have come to know. Werewolves age slowly, and for that, our growth is slow as well. The age considered as mature in my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that our mates will always be older than us, and we do not mate until we have reached the required age.

It's a fierce, overpowering urge. Strange. Even as I hold her, my eyes betray me again. I'm casting another glance around the hall for that red-haired girl. I don't even know why I'm doing it. Mercifully, the music ends. Within seconds, the spell of the dancefloor breaks as pack members, elders, and high-ranking officials from the Supreme Council crowd around us, offering their congratulations. My extended family swarms in next, clapping me on the back, shaking my hand, and embracing me, calling me the next Alpha.

“When time shall come , you will know who you are and what you stand for, then you should have the right to choose between whats good and what is evil, to save the curse of the mated vs unmated.” “Mated vs unmated ? I haven’t heard of that before.” “My prince if you permit me I should tell you a story about how it all began. “The mated...?” “Yes the mated vs the unmated of course. What the hell are you thinking? Come here, stay with me.” He snapped at the prince. Warrd drew closer to him they sat close by and the guards in watch for external aggressions. Then Billy began the narration...

she laughs, jumping down off my mattress, which was sideways. "You know there are nicer ways to wake people up" I say, getting up off the floor rubbing my arm, I look down to see it was red, fantastic! it's gonna bruise a day before my birthday! I turn 16 tomorrow, everyone is so happy for me but I don't really know how to feel. For those of you who don't know, when a werewolf turns 16 they shift for the first time, which means they're able to find their mate.

“This is it people! Here we have to my left Nero, the wild card who no one expected to even get this far. And to my right is Gregory possibly the strongest Alpha around , not trying to intimidate anyone but this calls for an interesting fight all together! Let the blood spill!” Nero is unimpressed at the size of Gregory; he actually gives him a wicked smirk. Lifting his nose in the air he searches for the scent. This time he smells it right away, it is strong so his mate can not be far off. Like Gordon has said he uses it to his advantage, as the full scent hits his nose, his body feels on fire. Blood boiling, he lets out a loud growl. Even Gregory has to take a step back as the power behind

I said to him in disbelief but his grin widened, he wasn't even offended by my remarks. "Oh please, if only you knew how good matured girls when it comes to sex. I love it when my fiancee takes control of my body, they can last up to four to five rounds compared to young girls who don't even know how to suck." Mason said laughing and I couldn't help but also laugh at what he said, I knew what he was saying was true. It seems that apart from Mason, I can no longer remember the persons that I had sex with the same age, almost all of them are in their late twenties or thirties. "Have you tried older men?" Mason asked with a curious tone of his voice. I looked at Mason and smirked at him.

I tried to ignore the note of hurt in her voice and the sullen look on her face. "No they haven't, I imprinted." The words hurt her just as I knew they would. It's one thing for the elders to choose a lesser consort for me and another for my nature to actually imprint on someone. The side concubines can be left at will, my true mate will never leave my side. It's the truest form of mating amongst our kind.

With the flowers that were like dancing rainbows, I rush to the packhouse with a gentle smile on my lips. As the gentle summer breeze flows through my hair, my wild brown hair dance with the wave of breeze. My feet bounce with excitement against the soil as I stroll across the yard of my home and reach the packhouse. A slight scowl forms on my brows as I notice wolves run to the packhouse with huge grins and excitement. I, too, move towards the packhouse's door, protecting the blossoms from being crushed by the crowd. As I ascend up the foyer, the wolves shift slightly to make way for me. I drew a deep intake of breath and my eyes widen as the final row of the crowd scurry aside, revealing t