Moonlit Mates Novels & Stories

Azriel replied, his fingers instantly locking with mine, his grip anchoring me to the earth. The pack matron stepped forward, raising her hands to the sky as the pale light of the rising full moon began to crest the mountain peaks, bathing the clearing in a silver glow. "We stand here tonight to witness a bond that science tried to corrupt, but the stars chose to rewrite," the matron announced, her voice echoing clearly through the quiet forest. "Two souls, fractured by darkness, who carved their own path to the light. Azriel, do you accept this woman, born of blood and shadow, to be your mate, your partner, and your equal for all eternity?"

Oh no. “What’s a mate?” I asked, remembering the term he had used on me. Does it mean prostitute? For some reason, anger boiled in me and Davina noticed this causing her to look at me confused while she answered me. “A mate is your other half. A gift was given by the moon goddess to every supernatural being. Mostly werewolves. Your mate is your only lover and Andrè is mine.” She completed with a chirp and I could see the enchanted look in Andrè’s eyes like he was indeed taken away by her. She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise.

Alice’ POV I laid weirdly on my bed, my hair sprawled across the pillows as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I really wasn’t expecting to be the Alpha’s mate, who am I? Some newbie who doesn’t even know the first thing about being a werewolf. I’m such a joke. No matter how hard I tried to not think about this whole situation, I couldn’t help it and not feel self-conscious; it was unavoidable.

We walked in silence, the moonlight casting shadows that mirrored the complexity of our emotions. "I've sensed a change," Adrian admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and understanding. "Something has shifted, and I can't ignore the distance growing between us." His words echoed the silent turmoil within my heart. "Adrian, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice carrying the weight of the truth that had emerged from the depths of the moonlit woods. As I recounted the encounter with my true mate, Adrian's expression shifted from concern to a somber realization. The moon bore witness to the unfolding revelation, its silvery glow framing the unspoken understanding

She asked breaking the hug. “ No! There have two types of mates here. One is the most common mate, which everyone can get when they attention Pairing ceremony. They feel they will be perfect to have a physical bond, making a family, like giving birth, raising them, and supporting their mate physically. But there has another type of mate which we said was chosen by the moon goddess. It's rare and magical. The mates become physically and mentally involved with each other. They share their all emotions and their inner wolves with no secrets. "

“The moon goddess paired you with me for a reason. I just needed to trust it,” “But… I’m not…” I couldn’t say it, but looking into his eyes I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. “I’m not… a luna.” I mumble. “You are my mate. You will be luna, the moon goddess wouldn’t have chosen you if you weren’t,” he growls grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer. He dips his head and inhales, his skin brushing over mine. I hissed at the sparks intruding my body, lingering everywhere and making my skin tingle. I’ve read about mates, not exactly sure what it meant just that you feel sparks and tingles every time you touch. It explains that electrifying feeling traveling up and down my spine

"Thanks, Diana. I owe you one." She shook her head with a crooked smile. "You don't owe me anything, Moon. If anything, I owed you. Because of you, I found my mate." I looked at her confused, turning to Aiden for answers. "The new members from the rogue pack. Her mate is one of them." My eyes widened. "Does that mean you will join the pack after their ceremony tomorrow night?" She bit her lip in thought then nodded with a beam. "He's my everything now."

I need answers. I shove past Benny, ignoring his raised eyebrow, and head for the exit. The hallway’s fluorescent lights hum, the concrete walls closing in. Leera’s scent lingers, pulling me back like a tether. My boots echo as I stride toward the arena’s side door, the cold Ohio night biting through my jacket. The moon hangs low, nearly full, its light slicing through the trees. It’s mocking me, the Moon Goddess’s gift turned curse. Imogen was my mate. My only mate. So why does Leera’s scent hit me like a blade?