Move By Mate Novels & Stories

“Enough to win.” “Win what?” I asked. Mateo’s eyes turned to the stage. “Buy him,” he said. “Not Taren. Me.” I stared at him. “Excuse me?” His voice stayed calm. “Use the card. Raise the paddle. Buy me instead of Taren. Make the room watch you choose me.” I kept my face still, but my voice sharpened. “Why are you here?” Mateo didn’t blink. “Because you’re about to waste yourself on a man who can’t give you what you need.”

The touch sends another calming wave through me, the feeling slathering my nerves with a cool, tender balm. “That young man, Jameson Moore, is wrong about the mate bond,” she says. “The mate bond is not a chain that ties you to someone. Instead, think of it as a light, a beam that can guide you. It shows you the path you need to take in order to the person you are supposed to love.”

My mate should not, by rights, even be able to fit inside of me. I slowly move and cringe slightly at the faint pain, but I want to know if it will feel better quickly. As I move to the tip again, I slide down slowly and enjoy the full feeling of my mate inside of me. “Look at us joined,” Carter says as I lean down and see us. I move up feeling my body squeeze him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

Yet, I find myself battling it out with him while Victor and Simon offer me their support since we are all certain that Julian, the smart chess master, will eventually beat my ass. “So, are you going to talk about how you went from starting a new law firm to finding out that Jessica White is your mate?” Simon asks as I make my move on the chessboard. “It’s a long story,” I reply. “You really want to marry her?” Julian asks, staring at the chessboard, calculating his next move. “She is my mate. Of course, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.” “You can decide not to.” Simon pushes in. “Mates or not, you can decide not to acknowledge the Mate bond, and both of you can be with someon

Nick asked moving between us. Matteo crossed his arms. Betsy is my mate. The Goddess of the Moon chose her for me. and if a partner rejects the connection… He paused for impact. “Consequences abound”. Restless, my wolf moved inside me. Matteo continued, though. “Drake, you know the rules”. “Should a selected mate decline the bond and marry someone else, the penalty is not minor.” His head tilted. “And if someone breaks that link, the Moon Goddess does not remain silent”.

A door that existed somewhere in the brutal structure of this arrangement, however far away it might feel. I kept reading, turning the heavy parchment. Section 14b. Bonded Transferees. I had not expected a subsection. I read it slowly, my pulse climbing with each line. "Where a transferee enters into a fated mate bond with a member of the receiving household, the original debt arrangement is superseded in full upon confirmation of the bond. The transferee's status converts immediately and permanently to mate consort, regardless of the originating debt's terms or remaining duration." I set the folder down on my lap.

Damn this mate bond. "I'm done with you," I snapped, my eyes blazing. "I don't need you, James." "Emily, I'm about to become Alpha," he said, waiting for me to relent. "Being my mistress is your best choice. Your mother's life is at stake." He turned to leave, adding, "You'll come around. Your mother can't wait." "I don't need it!" I screamed after him, collapsing, tears streaming down my face. Was there no escape? Would I watch my mother suffer?

I don’t want to believe it’s true but then before I can gain my composure Sophie doubles over in agony screaming “Mate!!!” ‘Go to mate now!!!’ Finn orders but I ignore him because based on my pain and Sophies it could only mean one thing. She has met her mate now so she will feel the pain of his intimacy with another. I am not entirely sure why I feel pain but I think our bond has somehow held on because of our children. Ireland and Chris are being intimate. ‘You never learn do you? Think of who your mate is, would she cause someone pain? Pain she knows too well. Pain that had killed her’

"A fiancé? Really?" "It’s a strategic play," Mateo murmured, leaning close so his breath hot-hunted my neck. "You can handle the role, can't you?" "There’s a massive gap between a 'Property' contract and a wedding ring, Mateo!" Before he could answer, the bride floated toward our table. Maeve Bennett was a goddess of the pack, her movements fluid and intimidating. As she approached, Mateo’s entire scent profile shifted—the smell of yearning and bitter envy rolled off him in waves.

I say. Ezra glances at me. “Not thought content.” “Yes.” “Agreed.” Matteo points between us. “I know those words individually.” I ignore him. “If attention forms a stable line,” I continue, “then sudden internal redirection may register as motion.” Ezra nods. “Equivalent to a step sideways.” “Yes.” “That’s better than mind reading,” Matteo says quickly. “Much better.” “It is,” I agree. He exhales in relief. Then I add—