Romans & histoires Midnight Mated

Authors POV Alpha Ray then stopped for a moment to look into her eyes more. As they gazed, they saw themselves trying to whisper something. They tried to open their mouth to speak and what came out of their mouth shocked even they themselves. "MATE!" They froze. Immediately, they crossed necks and bit each other on their neck. After that, they released themselves and look at the bite mark they had just placed on themselves. Alpha Ray smiled. "I found you!" he said to her.

Today is Friday! The most exciting day of Zelda's life. A day she had marked as the best day ever because she was going to get married to her soulmate, the one who had never ceased to make her heart ache. His name is victor. Zelda sat by the edge of her bed, admiring her bridal gown which hung on the dummy stand. It was so beautiful that she couldn't stop staring at it. She has longed to wear a bridal gown. For years, Zelda watched her friends get mated while hers never showed up. She felt the moon goddess hates her so much for not giving her a mate at the initial stage.

He touched the swollen gland but quickly pulled back when his Omega shifted. Greg held his breath. He didn’t want to bother her sleep, knowing how taxing a mating bond could be to the receiving end. Luckily, his mate didn’t wake. Her breathing was steady and soft on his neck. With her head resting against his chest, her petite frame fit snugly against his as if it belonged there. Greg missed his mother, he thought as he watched Carrie’s chest rise and fall.

Her eyes skimmed the titles: Combat Training – Pack Engagements Advanced Shifting & Control Alpha Command & Tactics Wolf Law and Governance Mate Bonds: Emotional & Spiritual Responsibilities History of the Moon Goddess & Ancient Lineage She read the last two lines twice, her stomach twisting. Mate Bonds. The Moon Goddess. She hadn’t anticipated how bitter it would feel, seeing those written so plainly—like studying the things she would never truly be part of. There was no place for a female in an Alpha curriculum, let alone one pretending to be a boy. Even the idea of mate bonds felt foreign to her now, something distant and unreachable, like a dream she’d once had and forgotten.

; I was just a wolf in motion. Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence. Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him. The lights went black. A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.

"What are you even talking about? Who are you?" "I am the answer to everything they did to you," he whispered, leaning down so close his lips almost brushed against my ear. His breath was warm against my freezing skin. "The moon doesn't make mistakes. It gave you to him first to see if he was worthy of the gift. He failed. So now, you belong to midnight. You are my mate, Naomi. The mate of the King."

“Afternoon, dear. How is your day doing? Mildred’s mother replied with a bright smile. Luna Miriam of the Blue crest pack is one of a kind, she is kind, graceful, intelligent, and she is the most respected Luna among the allied pack. Mildred left her mom chatting with the designer and drifted towards the display of gowns, her mother joined her, and together they sorted through the collection. They finally chose a sapphire silk masterpiece that complemented Mildred’s blue hair, the delicate straps resting gracefully on her shoulders. As she admired her reflection in the mirror, a small spark of anticipation warmed her chest. On the evening of her birthday, the palace buzzed with celebration.

I lowered my head, reviving all that my mother had said. My thoughts wandered to the day the Moon goddess chose my Mate. When I heard the name, my mind froze. I had looked at her and from her expression it seemed she was shocked too but I didn’t know if it was because she didn’t expect to be chosen as my mate or if it was the same reason as me. I had looked at the face of the love of my life, her eyes were cold, and she was biting her lips. The moment our gaze met, she quickly looked away and she walked away from the yard.

I drop my bag on the couch and sink into the cushions, my hands shaking slightly as I rake them through my hair. "Mated," I mutter under my breath, tasting the word like it’s something foreign and bitter. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to feel flattered or trapped. Grabbing my laptop, I settle into bed, pulling the blankets tight around me. The glow of the screen fills the room as I type into the search bar: What does it mean to be mated to a vampire? The results are… not helpful. A sea of fictional nonsense floods the screen: eternal devotion, undying love, bonds that transcend death.