My Cruel Mate Novels & Stories

Just as I am about to turn on my heels and walk away, Damien finally speaks. "No, Amber. I can't. I belong to someone else now. That is how it has always been. I am not the man for you," he tells her and removes her hands from him. Relief washes over me at the fact that at least he doesn't want her. Amber starts to sob. This is so emotional. What does she want from my mate? I know many people who were in relationships before finding their mates. They always get their hearts broken when their partners don't turn out to be their mates.

" 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.

I fight the urge to break loose and run back up to his library and surrender myself into his arms and let him mark me, own me. As we head to the door, I resolve to look straight in front of me. I pray that I never come back here and hope never to see Logan ever again. My wolf wimps and curls in pain. I feel sick to the core having to hurt my wolf when I have just met her. It's not my fault that our mate is the worst person on earth! If he cared, he would have at least let me go without worsening the issue. If he cared he wouldn't have been greedy to ask for ransom. He is a heartless greedy monster and I don't want him to be my Mate! He would have at least come to say goodbye to me like a mat

His calm and composed demeanor long gone, all that was left was steam and black pupils. "So you finally agree that you are not my mate. So cheap of you to give up on your mission so quickly." I taunted her. "I would never want to be your mate. You are cruel and heartless. I am glad Fiorella is with someone better." Her words cut through my heart like a sharp knife. How dare she say my mate was with someone else? I could not bear to hear such a vile statement. I sank my claws deep in her neck and almost drew a well of her blood.

Was I genuinely acting right, or was I holding on to her out of selfishness, out of fear of losing what I believed was mine? “She is my mate, for goodness’s sake!” Matthew flared up. “Can't you understand my pain? Do you think it is easy for me? To see you with my mate! Torturing her! Do you think it’s easy? I have endured much, and this is the length I can go.” He yelled out his frustration.

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.”

Matteo scolded me and I turned to look at him. "I don't give a fuck if he's the most cruel man in the whole universe. He took the most precious thing from me and he needs to give it back."I fisted my hands, my elongated claws digging into my palms.

I snap at Cahya as he exits the room, my eyes never leaving the two of them. “Enough Alpha Elio, you’re hurting my mate!” Matthew snaps, challenging me as I look at his mate. She is pale, wincing in agony, and looks as if she is about to be sick. I retract my aura and see her take a deep breath as he uses his one good hand to pat her knee.

he said sweetly, enticingly even. Amira swallowed, stroking his face and behind his ear, where he moved his head for her to access it. “There are many reasons,” Amira replied, grimacing at her poor answer. It might also be because she was starting to doubt what she knew about Rhys. Then she remembered the shared dream with Rhys and how much they couldn’t stand being near each other without bickering. Demon whined, nudging his nose into the side of her neck again. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I’d kill anyone that tried to lay their hands on you. You’re precious to me, Amira. You’re my mate, and I’m yours.”

Right when Demetria felt they had a strong chance of beating the twins, more drama appeared at their doorstep like a slap in the face. They needed to focus on training, reading Sabrina's diary, and figuring out why her cat's mind was blocked. Not dealing with her brother-in-law's mating issues. Demetria reached over and lifted Jane’s jaw upward. The she-wolf with Dan bared her teeth at Cynthia, as if she lured him over with witchery. There was nothing witchy about the mate bond. Magical, yes, but not witchy.