My Cruel Mate Novels & Stories

"My mate is not going to be dumb." "Details, shmetails," shrugged Carter. He leaned back on the wall opposite to her, with a smirk on his lips. "You might believe that your mate will be a knight in shining armor, Darling. But I need to warn you that sometimes mates are not exactly the same as in your dreams, they can be quite cruel and ruthless. Greedy and selfish for the sake of protecting their peace. Maybe they will let go of you, abandon you, leaving you alone forever. While you wait for them to give a bit of their sympathy to you, they could ignore you and go out to play. Their essence might be engraved in your bones, but the same isn't necessarily true for them."

I ask. I’ve never shied away from talking back to him, even though it gets me into trouble. He leans in. “Do you know how humiliating it is to have you as my mate?” “You tell me every time. But if it’s so humiliating, then reject me.” “No. I’m not done with you.” “Why are you so cruel?” “A mate is supposed to be a gift.” He shakes his head. “You are no gift. You’re a punishment. And since I’ve been punished, I’ll punish you too.”

She felt so angry. Cory’s deep blue eyes went dark, “Even if she disagreed, you are still my mate, L. Forget about the rejection. Whether you accept or not, I will never allow you to have a second chance mate.”

He couldn't help the anger he felt, he crumpled the photo and squeezed it. "You damned, miserable Jonah Johnson! You always made fun of my sister when she gave everything for you, but I will make your life miserable, I will not rest until I have ruined you completely and made you pay for your audacity," he expressed, feeling a deep pain and how a piercing wound opened in his soul, for all that Margareth had lived, at the same time the beautiful and angelic face of the man became a cold mask of absolute evil. Don't let your wounds turn you into someone you're not. Paulo Coelho.

The crowd roared. My body went still. But my soul… It shattered. The silence afterward was worse than the noise. The Councilwoman nodded. “So noted. The bond is severed.” The phrase echoed inside my skull. Severed. Severed. SEVERED. Pain ripped through my chest like claws. My vision blurred. The world tilted. My wolf screamed. I fell to my knees. It wasn’t just emotional. It was physical. The mate bond doesn’t vanish quietly. It breaks like bone.

she said, her tone transforming into that of a childlike, laced with emotional blackmail. Her drastic change in tone made me chuckle again. It wasn't the first time; she wouldn't stop talking about it. After my chuckle had boiled down, I answered calmly, "I have a mate already, and you know that." My words were wrapped with chuckles. She shook her head fervently at my words, "No, no." Her voice came almost immediately, "You don't have a mate. You can't call Lena your mate. That lady is ruthless, heartless, and vile," she said with a firm voice, her voice wrapped with determination.

It couldn’t make sense. “I don’t understand you,” I whispered, the words spilling before I could stop them. “You keep saying things that… that can’t be true.” His gaze didn’t falter. “They’re true.” I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks. “No. They’re not. I already had a mate.” The last word cracked, too jagged, too raw. “And he rejected me.” There it was. The scar I never let anyone touch. The one that still bled when the night got too quiet.

He had made it clear he only allowed me to live because Bennett wanted to keep me like a fucking pet. I didn't bother to wipe the tears from my eyes or the snot from my nose as I felt the will to live evaporate from every cell of my body. I felt myself begin a downward spiral to the same dark place I visited when my parents died. It took years to claw my way out of that scary place in my mind, but I wasn't sure I wanted to fight it this time. I laid there limply, crying silently as I stared out into the thundering darkness. The sight made me feel worse, knowing no matter where I go, they would always find me and force me back. This mate bond was a prison. The only way out? Death.

It's so loud and so visceral, everyone just stops. "You have no right to take me away from my mate," he says and I swear my stomach just won an olympic gold metal with the summersaults it's doing. That's Mr Wolf right there, calling me his mate. I might pass out, "If you want to try, I will propose a challenge."

" I am not my father. You should take note of that. I am not my father nor am I any of those feeble hearted alpha kings that you might have in mind. Do you get that?" No response came from anyone. Duncan was without doubt, very intimidating. The look of his eyes was very terrible. In fact, one would not be able to tell when he looked fiercer. Whether it was with his wolf eyes or his normal glare , no one could tell exactly. " You are like a son to everyone here. " Hadulf of Baduk chipped in. " Cut us some slice of respect! You should—" Duncan slammed his hand on the table again, breaking off that part of it.