Mistaken Match Novels & Stories

“Not only were a few lives lost in the blast, but everyone in that room, instead of getting the mate they wanted, got someone elses love.” Falling back against the couch, I stared up at the firelight dancing on the ceiling. “So…my mother was mated to Caleb.” “By mistake.” Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Alpha Damian and Luna Ember?” “Mistake.” “Maddox…and the mate he rejected.” “Also a mistake.” “Who else…?” I gasped, sitting up, “Hannah?” “Also mistakenly mated to someone else.” Councilor Erissa looked at me sadly. “All in all, there were twelve wolves whose fated mate bonds were rearranged incorrectly. Your mother and father included.”

he said. Felix typed. The match came back in under a minute. Felix went very still. "What," Nora said. Felix turned the screen toward her. The match wasn't a perfect hit with sixty-three percent confidence, the specific quality of a partial match that needed human verification to confirm. But the photo beside the percentage was unmistakable once she looked at it directly. "Professor Aldren," she said.

I always thought that as long as I had one real home that belonged to me, it would be enough. In my previous life, I died in the conspiracy Leon and Violetta created together. At the time, Damien stood before my grave with reddened eyes while settling scores with Leon for me, and I mistakenly believed that he loved me. In the end, he had pushed me from one abyss into a quieter one. Damien, this is where we end.

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

A stranger… a stranger was my mate? Outside the door, I glanced at the room number and my heart sank. The error was mine as I had walked into the wrong room. It wasn’t mine. It had been his. Part of me wanted to go back and apologize, to make amends for the intrusion, but the thought of being late to my mother’s mating ceremony overrode it. In the end, I had run, leaving everything behind. *****”

Patel opens her mouth then pauses before pulling out a file and placing it in front of me. I open it up, and go ahead to scan the first page, gulping as I read the report. A system error. It showed a swap of ID tags during the sperm retrieval process. And that's when I realise... Xander Knight was never meant to be a donor at all. My blood literally freezes and I drop the document. “What the hell is this?” I demand. Dr. Patel swallows hard. “It appears Mr. Knight’s sample was mislabeled and sent to the donation bank by mistake.”

He answered watering down my hope My confusion crashed back, harder than ever. “Then what the hell is this about?” He rubbed his temple, looking everywhere but at me. “There was… an error during your last visit. A procedural mix-up.” “What kind of error?” I demanded. He swallowed, clearly fighting with himself. “Ms. Harper… there was a serious error. Your file was… mistakenly switched with another patient’s during a fertility procedure.” “What kind of procedure?” I asked slowly, already dreading the answer.

She tried not to let it get to her, but Michael Richardson—one of Sebastian’s best friends—never failed to intimidate her. Within an instant, the ball was flying in her direction, and from the looks of it, it was on a path to hit her. Instinctively, she jumped back, and the large neon-green ball narrowly missed her shoulder. “Strike one!” Taliana’s jaw dropped as she turned to look at the smirking umpire. “Are you serious? That wasn’t even close to being a strike! It almost hit me!” “But it didn’t,” Sebastian replied smugly. “And it’s not like Michael did it on purpose.” He shifted his gaze to the grinning pitcher. “Isn’t that right, Michael?”

"Seraphina—" "Don't," I snapped. I threw the duvet aside, not caring that I was wearing nothing but a smirk and a hangover. I strode toward the bathroom, my head spinning, and grabbed my sequined dress from the floor where it had been discarded in a hurry the night before. "Last night wasn't an anomaly, Dom. It was a mistake. A huge, boring, mediocre mistake." He stiffened. I saw his jaw clench, a small muscle jumping in his cheek. Score one for Sera.

I felt him tremble once, and then it passed. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red but steady. "That's why my sample was in the clinic's system," he said quietly. "We'd stored extra, in case we tried again. And then there was a mistake." My heart tightened. "Mislabeled," I said slowly. "That's all it was." "A vial in the wrong place. A tag that didn't match." His mouth twisted. "Three people signed off on it and nobody caught it. By the time the clinic ran their audit, you'd already had the transfer."