Novel & Cerita Move By Mate

I will not submit to this mate bond. Never.

She moved like a ghost, descending the grand staircase of the Moretti estate with the cautious grace of someone who no longer trusted the ground beneath her feet. The camera was tiny, embedded in one of the decorative gargoyles lining the exterior. No one had noticed it yet. That was the point. Mateo didn’t answer right away. He leaned in, studying her. His gaze didn’t flicker. He watched as though reading a poem written in motion. “She has his eyes,” he said finally, voice low. “Always scanning. Always calculating escape routes.” The smile that curled his lips wasn’t fond. It was the quiet sort that followed strategy, not sentiment. A chess player admiring a piece he was about to sacrifice.

Too replaceable. That was the day I understood something important. Weak girls get consumed. Soft girls disappear. So I adapted. Slowly. Quietly. The same way water adapts to the shape of whatever tries to hold it. A soft knock suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I turned slightly. Mateo stood near the doorway. For a second, neither of us spoke. His eyes moved slowly across Luna’s room before settling on me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly. His voice sounded tired again.

Then from the edge of the mat, close enough that Lotty could feel his focus tracking every move. “Again,” Matthew said after she fumbled a turn. “But this time stop thinking and move.” “I am moving.” “You’re apologizing to the air before you hit it.” Lotty glared. Decker said quietly, “He’s right.” She glared harder. “Not helpful.” Matthew grinned. “Actually very helpful.” Lotty blew out a breath and reset. Matthew grabbed for her again, and this time when he closed a hand on her wrist she pivoted the way he’d shown her, stepping inside his reach instead of back, driving the heel of her palm toward his chest.

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

“Oh…okay. I have bread here, wanna share your blue vial with me?” He frantically nodded and ran up to clutch at my leg with his only free hand and I picked him up and laughed, looking around to locate our special hammock. Mateo had made it for me shortly after I gave birth, it was made of wood that he padded with a lot of foam, so it was both sturdy and soft, like having a suspended bed. It was nestled in between two trees in the small expanse of the woods we had behind Mateo’s home, so we went there and I tossed him in it, delighting in his shriek of laughter – he never grew out of that phase, and I hoped he never did – as I sat down myself. I brought out the newly baked bread and accepted

I muttered to myself as I left the company to the pack council. “Any woman who by chance becomes the first alpha to this pack, shall not be mate with anybody lower than her title, she must only be a mate to an Alpha of her class, if she by any means goes against this rule, she must then step down from being the Alpha and must therefore transfer her title to another member of the pack who is next in line” That was the only thing I could hear ringing in my mind while I drove to the council. Avila on the other hand seemed to be sad as I couldn't connect with her anymore.

~Sophia~ Mia walked up to me, where I was standing and say. "No matter the position you occupied, you can never have value! Because you're rejected mate with no pack." She smirk and left. I felt a pang of hurt and anger as Mia's words sunk in. I knew that as a rejected mate, I was considered lower in status among the werewolves, but that didn't mean I had no value. I had worked hard to earn my position in the company and prove myself as a capable employee, and I refused to let anyone diminish my accomplishments.

He's standing too straight that I become concerns about his bones. It needs some stretching, you know. "Are you Ms. Zaitelle Axis?" He asks with a formal tone while still standing firmly as his gaze looks straight not minding my presence at his side. "Uhm, yes. That's my name," he only moves his head to look at my face and then walks aside as the small gate slowly opens. "Off you go," I didn't expect that kind of treatment from a guard like him. It's not that I'm complaining but he seems new.

mate! I started perceiving a particular scent, the scent of newly bloomed lilies That scent was driving me crazy, I decided to follow the scent When I got to where the owner of the scent was, what I saw broke my heart My mate was being bullied and hit by a bunch of over pampered bitchy wolves Anger boiled inside of me and I roared "stop!!!" But the bitch and her group refused to listen And that was when my wolf went loose for the first time and I shifted