My Cruel Mate Novels & Stories

Looking up, eyes shifting back and forth between Drake and Craig, I say in desperation, “Tell me it’s not real.” But both of them remain silent. My hands clenched on my side, and I repeated, “Please tell me it’s not true! Tell me that asshole is not Rena’s mate!” Right there, on the screen, under the mate category, shows Rena’s name very clearly. If it’s real and he’s not just some random sick attacker and really her mate… Then… It’s just so cruel. How can fate be so cruel? I bit the side of my cheek, tasting the rusty sweet taste of my own blood. With a heavy heart, I ask again in a hollow voice. “Are you sure?”

I took a deep breath of the rain and cedar scent filling the air and I let the reality of the situation finally settle into my bones. My miserable five-year marriage was truly over and the cowardly pack elders allowed it to happen without raising a single objection or lifting a finger to help me. I looked back toward the center of the hall and I watched my new mate hold the supposedly unbeatable Alpha against the cold stone floor. Matteo conquered Azriel in under two minutes without ever taking his human hands off his silver combat blade and without ever needing to shift into his wolf form. Azriel always bragged about being the most lethal predator in the territory but he was currently whini

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.

When I look back at my mate and see her laying there in pain, it makes me snap back to some form of sanity. With a quiet coldness I pull Cullen’s eyes to me, “I’m nowhere near done with all the torture I want to inflict on you, but my mate is more important. So I’m going to let you bleed out from your dick and then I’m going to attend to my mate.” Cullen’s eyes widen and shakes his head, “NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T!”

“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.

Silence fell, everyone watching. She shook, honestly seconds away from ugly-crying. After everything, all the pain, the whispers, the feeling like a walking cautionary tale—here it was. Her mate. The real deal. “Kieran…” she managed, looking up at him. He was a solid wall of unreadable, cold perfection. And then he said it. “I reject you.” It punched the breath out of her. Her knees went jelly. “I, Alpha Kieran Cross of MoonClaw, reject you, Evangeline Draven, as my mate.”

Warm and certain and carrying the particular resonance that every wolf knew from childhood, the frequency of the mate bond, unmistakable and impossible to fabricate. Am I? The air left my body all at once. My legs stopped working, and I went down before I could catch myself, landing hard on the floor with my back against the door, staring at nothing while my entire understanding of my own life rearranged itself without my permission. The mate bond. His voice in my head. Damien Hale — my bully, my tormentor, the person who had made seventeen years of my life a dedicated exercise in surviving his contempt. Him. "Reject me." I looked up at him from the floor, and my voice, remarkably, did not s

I spent years searching for a way to restore your sight. My dear Mia, did it hurt to be betrayed by those closest to you? I can’t imagine the despair you must have felt. My dear Mia, were you afraid when you were killed? You always feared pain the most. You were the kind of little princess who would cry for half a day over a mere scratch. My dear Mia, I’m so sorry. You must have felt so helpless and alone. I was too late. I should have come sooner. I hate Rowan with every fiber of my being and have already exiled him from Moonshadow Wolf Tribe.

“N…no… please… don’t hurt me,” she whispered shakily as big fat tears poured out of her eyes and her chin quivered in fear. “I don’t have a choice,” his voice was gruff and it sliced right through her heart. He was her mate. How could he hurt her like that without any remorse? “How c…can you hurt your m…mate?” She whispered in a broken shaky voice and he gnashed his molars looking away. “You’ll be fine,” he grumbled as he grabbed her knees and forced her legs open.

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.