My Cruel Mate Novels & Stories

I wasn't afraid of him. He snarls, spit flying from his mouth. His eyes glow dark green. Burning into me. "Why haven't you Marked and Mated Our Mate yet!?" He yells. He's pissed about something I hadn't done yet. And what's this Mate shit again?! "Why hadn't I did what? And who or what is a Mate?!" I shout back at him. "Rukeya is OUR MATE! Mine as well as Yours! And you still have Not made her Ours!" He snarls ferociously. Thick drool drips down on the grass below him.

“What are you doing here?” Putting two and two together, Chloe has been working with Marcus as his spy. It makes sense now; jealous ex-girlfriend gets revenge on boyfriend finding his mate on by betraying her pack by informing the enemy and putting us all in danger and kidnapping the mate. “Oh fuck… I’m the mate!” Chloe pulls my head back before harshly shoving me down on the ground, falling on my hands and knees. I wince in pain as I feel the skin meet with the broken concrete and chipped gravel. I could hear Chloe snicker in cruel satisfaction at my pain.

Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate" Boat and Mild screamed "WHAT!!!?." Mew got confuse this time and thought why didn't the boy said his friends that he was his mate. His heart was fuming with the unknown, feeling so he questioned his mate "Didn't you tell your friends??" Gulf answered hesitatingly "No." Mew sighed and said, "Already late come." He grabbed his mate's wrist. Omega thought "oh god my heart is jumping like it gonna explode. He calls me the first time for his Mate. what am I going to do?" it's really happy for Gulf. He can't stop smiling.

*Crystal* He isn't listening to me nor is he saying a word. I think for a fact he likes me being this way, frustrated and angry. Not that I know anything about mates but gathering from what Ariel told me Mates are nothing like Damien. But what kind did I end up with? If I should say myself, I'll say he's the worst. An Alpha that locks his mate up and teases her in bed. Not that I minded the kiss... What the fuck am I thinking now? I mentally facepalm.

Soon they will return here and take me back to that gloomy cell. After thinking for a while, I left this room to check. If I make it through, I can quietly escape. ... *POV Charles 'I want to meet my mate. My Mate! Our Mate! See her!' Ryan kept howling in my head. "Silent!" I growled in response. I can't accept that my mate is a human. The image of the girl with reddish brown hair, blue eyes as clear as seawater, a sharp gaze, and an ice-cold face flashed in my memory. Even though the cell was dark, I could still clearly remember every line of her face.

“In our last life together. You never behaved this way. I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I want my real mate back.” My eyebrows scrunch together, the whole room feels like it stands still and I can’t breathe properly. Cautiously, I respond, “I am your mate.” “You’re not who you used to be.” He states. Tears flood my vision as I ask, “How can I be? My mates killed me in my past life, they murdered my best friend, they nonstop argued!”

It craves something that I can’t give it, my mate's touch. Drying off, I pull on some sleep shorts up just enough to cover the goods but low enough to show off my V-shaped muscles. I don’t know why, because it’s not like I’m going to find my mate sleeping in my room. I climb into bed and lay down. I stare at the ceiling, waiting for sleep, when I feel a pain in my chest. Mate. Our mate is hurt. Dom screams in my head. What? Like dead? No. She’s in pain. Her heart is broken. Someone hurt our mate.

Elena was his mate and no one could ever dispute that fact, how then was she confident enough to stand before him and tell him about her mate? "Mate? What mate?" He asked, his eyes turning sour and bitter. "You definitely don't know what you are saying, right? I am your only mate, destined to you by the Moon goddess and no one can dispute that. You are joking now, right?" Elena clapped her hands in a rather dramatic way and paced around the cave. She stopped again right in front of Marcus and leaned closer to his ear. "Read my lips, Alpha Marcus. I am now in a better place and I was lucky enough to be blessed with a better mate who took responsibility for the baby and I. Isn't it clear enoug

Matthew bit her hard on her back as he climaxed, and Brandy followed soon after. Brandy attempted to mark Matthew back, but Matthew slung her away from him. She hit the wall hard and slid down to the ground. All the pleasure she felt vanishing and replaced with pain. "But I reject you as my mate and accept you as my slave," Matthew said, his voice dripping with cruelty, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. Brandy gripped her chest as if she had been stabbed, her heart sinking as the abhorrent words formed a damning bond between the two.

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.