My Irreplaceable Mate Novels & Stories

“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!”

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

"We will just escort this rascal and the party can resume." My eyes were glued on my mate, charming as if he was carved by the gods and goddesses themselves. The thought the goddess had given me another chance for a mate is enough to give me a small assurance. All my life I have been surrounded by those who love me. I was never short on love, my family was my backbone and I feel like I have so much love inside me that I can love to the fullest and give my all. That's why everything went downhill the night I saw my mate mating with another, the night my mate rejected to be with me. From that day, I feared being mated and rejected if I were given another chance. The first time was enough to se

This time she wasn't trying to please me or trying to pretend like she was the good one; this time every rotten part of her was left in the open. "You thought I was dead. I served you every single day since I can remember. I gave my all to the pack; I was their fateful and loving gamma who cared for them all, and the children chanted my name, but there was one thing missing in my perfect life. My mate," he said to me, his voice cold, distant, and unfamiliar.

One of my friends asked. "So kind of weird but my wolf is saying this actress Amina Jordan is my mate?" I said looking down at her acting profile. "Wow really?" Someone asked. "I guess?" I said still confused. "Awesome we'll have a famous Luna" a voice said and there were a couple cheers. Kit was growling in my head, maybe he was right with how possessive he was being. "I'll talk to you guys later" I said waving them off and going to look for my parents.

The parking lot was still wet from the rain, puddles everywhere. Under the yellow streetlights, the wedding banners around the Silvercrest pack house hung in tatters. Kieran was pinned face-down in a puddle, two guards holding him there like he was a dog. His face was caked in mud and blood. I walked over in my heels and held out my hand. "Come with me. I severed the mate bond with Lucien tonight. Be my mate. I'll help you take back Shadowfang, and you help me get my revenge."

he smirks. Oh, I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t going to lose this the way I usually did, through anger, through impulse. But Tristan’s mouth kept moving. “H She’s my mate,” he’d say, like it was a fact carved into stone. Like I was just an obstacle that could be pushed aside. “Mine.” he said proudly. I’d step in, my voice low and dangerous. “Since you’re my elder brother and Alpha, can’t you find another woman to chase?”

I poured myself a glass of the amber liquid, ignoring Leo's horrified gaze. "Dude, that's messed up," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You can't just marry someone you've only known for a few days. It's not right. I mean we're talking about your future Luna here. How could you be so reckless?" "Isabella is my mate," I downed the liquor in one gulp and let the burn distract me from my seething rage. "And I assure you, there will be no problem."

He continued, "But you've waited ten years, and he still hasn't proposed. Mom always said he never really loved you, and he was just keeping you as a backup. How could someone who truly loves you not officially make you his?" If it had not been for that terabyte of intimate videos and witnessing Nick propose to Sherry at the hospital, I would have immediately defended him in front of Francis. I would have called him a liar and said Nick was my true mate, the one the Moon Goddess had destined for me. Instead, I replied, "I was wrong. My choices were a joke. Francis, I miss Mom." "Then come home," he said. For years, I had feared that while Nick was away fighting for territory, he would eventu