Mort Madagascar Novels & Stories

I swear I heard him. I stared at him and I couldn't process what I was hearing. He's my mate? The mad king who just tried to kill me is my mate? I didn't even feel it. I'm an omega. My wolf doesn't talk to me so I wouldn't have known. But he knew. He felt it and that's why he stopped. I didn't know if that was good news or the worst news of my life. "This is a joke." He laughed but there was nothing funny about it. "Fate is mocking me. My mate is a weak, lowly omega who was sent here as a substitute."

she's not Alice? "No. Rachel is definitely Alice. Her face, body, voice, behavior ... everything is exactly the same. Even the scar on her wrist. I have to find another way to jog her memory again," Edmund thought before returning his focus to Sky. *** "Uncle, do you know? The most famous thing about Mauritius is not Chamarel Falls, but its underwater waterfall. It can be seen from a special plane or from the top of Mount Le Morne." Sky placed the tip of her index finger on the globe. She looked comfortable sitting on Edmund's lap.

My wolf rips forward so fast that my vision blurs, and I brace a hand against the wall behind her to keep myself from falling. This shouldn’t be happening. She's standing here in front of me in nothing but a thin nightdress. Her chest is rising and falling too fast, and her eyes are so wide and stunned but shining with confusion and something else she doesn't say out loud. But I know, and my wolf also knows. He's chanting the same word over and over. Mate. The word echoes through every bone in my body, loud, final and absolute.