Move By Mate Novels & Stories

Matthew conjured a small dagger and threw it at the location that he marked. The dagger stabbed the ground on the mark and was not teleported. Matthew walked to the same spot and picked up the dagger. Then he tossed it again forward. The dagger landed on the ground. Matthew walked to that location and repeated his action. The dagger disappeared and clattered on the ground behind him. Going forward would send him back. He recalled the dagger to his hand and tossed it to the left. It was teleported again. He tried the right side and the same thing happened.

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.

Names. Connections. Movements. Pieces of a puzzle that’s finally starting to take shape. “Forty eight hours,” Mateo mutters. “That’s not a lot of time.” “It’s enough.” Because I don’t need time. I need precision. “And Ocean?” Mateo asks carefully. My grip tightens slightly around the tablet. “What about her?” “She’s already moving,” he says. “Victor told me about the meeting.” Of course she did. Of course she didn’t wait.

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.

"I understand but I'm going to be really happy for the two of you if you two get engage together. I am really rooting for both of you. Congratulations on being a Lady now, Zaitelle Axis!" That phrase alone shook my entire being. I was happy that she wants me to be her son's partner in the future but as I grew up with a mature mentality, I don't quite sure now what to do. I'm torn in between.

Matthew places her hand, which he was holding into before into Damien's out stretched ones. ▪️ Her body immediately tenses when he holds her hands in his big ones, tingles shoot up her arms and to her whole body at the mere skin contact they had. It still amazesd and confuses her greatly how she could still feel the effects of the mate bond even when Damien had marked another female?