Mistaken Match Novels & Stories

Inside, something was already starting to slip, like a foundation quietly crumbling before the walls noticed. “We’ve double-checked,” the nurse replied, calm in that infuriatingly professional way medical staff perfected. “Sometimes there are rare incompatibilities, but in this case, it’s quite clear. You are not a match. Your mother is type O. You are type A.” The room shrank.

“That’s what I need to explain. There was… a complication.” My pulse spiked. “What kind of complication?” He hesitated, lips pressing tight. “There was an error during your last procedure.” “What kind of error?” My voice cracked into a raw whisper. He shifted uncomfortably. “It didn’t fail. And the sample used… wasn’t your husband’s.” For a moment, the room tilted sideways. I clutched the sheet, breath snagging in my throat. “What?” “There was a mismatched transfer.” His voice was reluctant, heavy with shame. “The DNA confirms the embryo is not from Jason Darlington.”

Then why don't they match the records in the system? "I don't know." Elena let out a frustrated breath. Collins spoke up again. "Perhaps there was an error when the information was entered." Elena stared at him. "An error?" "Yes." She picked up another document. "And this one?" Collins looked at it. "It's probably the same thing." Elena's jaw tightened. "Three documents have different information." Collins shrugged slightly. "The records are old, Miss Morgan. There could have been mistakes." Elena slowly stood.

What the fuck was going on? “What do you mean?” “He’s your, um…match.” Naya blinked at Andi, saying all the things with her eyes that she couldn’t with her mouth. Like how damn hot he was and how lucky Andi was to be matched up with him. “There has to be a mistake.” For fuck’s sakes this had to be a joke. Mrs. Wilder didn’t give her the impression she liked messing with people, but what did Andi know? There could be a first time for everything.

“Blood isn’t only about the main blood group, like A, B, AB, or O. There are other things on the blood cells that we also have to match. Liam has a rare combination of those markers.” I nodded slowly, understanding him a little. “And mine?” “Yours doesn’t match closely enough. You both have the same main group, but not the same markers.” “Damn it!” I screamed, hitting my leg with my hand. “Why does it keep getting worse?” My voice cracked. “Are you sure you are not making a mistake?” Drew asked him. “I haven’t seen a mother who can’t transfuse blood to a child she gave birth to.” “We see it on rare occasions, Mr. Drew, and we’ve repeated the test. There’s no mistake.”

She wanted to curl into a ball and cry her heart out. "I think I know what this means!" Tash jerked up her tone filled with excitement. "You guys were meant to be. Right from the beginning. I mean its fate that you two must meet here because you got married to the wrong twin, the wrong half. Its like they say, how soulmates are bonded even before their birth but somehow Ronan got mixed up and in order to fix the mismatch that happened with his half, your better half, fate failed your marriage and brought you here. To meet your real half." She said as her voice slowly resonated into Anya's ears which rose her heartbeat. "The Mismatched Half." Emily jeered wild eyed.

Her words replay in my mind while I run towards our bedroom: "I might love you now, but it was still wrong of you. And the worst part is you never even realized your mistake or apologized." The night of my mating ball, I took her with me since she’s my mate That’s the whole point of the ball. It’s how we’ve been doing it for generations. I knew she hated my guts back then, but no one can resist the mate bond. Eventually, she fell in love with me, and we’re happy together now, right? So I really don’t understand what she meant by 'mistake'.

However, it would be in her best interest to disclose everything to her mother. She said to her mother, "Mom, Chris is my mate." "WHAT? Isn't Alex your mate?" her mother asked in a bewildered tone. "I imprinted on Chris the day I turned 18, we.... we had been dating secretly since his coronation. He told me that I was his mate. But he would wait until I turned 18 and then claim me.... but the council.... they asked him to mate with Grace instead...and he couldn't refuse because that would have led to a pack war....I... oh! mom, it hurt so much when he rejected me."

Alexander said. "We found them," Simon confirmed. He looked at Alexander directly. "Because in the process of creating the false profile, they made one error. A single, small error that, under any other circumstances, would have been invisible. A partial biometric match a fingerprint fragment captured in the device's authentication log." He paused. "We ran it against every database we had access to. It took time. But we got a hit." The young woman with the tablet leaned forward and placed a printed document on the table between them.

the tech greeted her. “Who?” Kit asked. “You and Akechi,” the tech answered. “The match was of a secondary result. One was on the material side and one on the paternal.” “Which was which?” she asked. “Akechi was a match on the material, by third-fourth degree. You were a match on the paternal by a third degree,” the tech stated. “It has to be a mix-up.” “Run the test again. I assume you want a fresh sample from the both of us?” Kit said as the tech gathered supplies. “The fact remains the match will most likely come back again for both of us,”