My Mate By Grace Novels & Stories

“I wanna officially make you my mate…” “Vince…” “I already told the whole Pack and beyond that you're my second chance mate.” Her little eyes popped. “Am I?” “Yes,” I confessed, with flickering eyes and a nervous smile. She thought for a second. A trail of shock gleamed in her eyes. “The mark…” “Yes.” She swallowed. “But…but why don't I feel it?” “Because you're still mated to Trent. But I feel it, deeper than you could ever imagine.” “Am I really…” she stopped, flustered for seconds. “It doesn't make any sense.”

My mate. Olivia…

“The hell I will. She’s my friend, Ethan. I’m coming with you.” I sighed but didn’t argue. There was no point. Grace was stubborn, and pregnant or not, she would not sit this out. Together, we headed toward the edge of the pack’s territory, retracing the familiar path to Amber’s old cottage. The air was crisp, the forest unnaturally still. As we approached the clearing, I felt a sharp, blinding pain rip through my chest, radiating outward like fire. The mate bond. I stumbled, clutching my chest, the agony so intense it stole the breath from my lungs. My vision blurred, and I barely registered Grace’s panicked voice through the pain.

(Charlotte's POV) "I can't believe it!" I exploded, stomping around Grace's living room like a caged wolf. "She's just a half-sister from your father's second mate and now practically Ethan's mistress! What's she so proud of?" My fists clenched tight as I spun to face Grace. Her calm expression only fueled my rage more. "Everyone in the Northern Territory calls her 'irresistible,' but I think she's absolute garbage!" Grace poured me another glass of water with steady hands. "What do you mean by 'irresistible'?"

If she fails in doing so than hell waits for her. "Rose?" Grace called her out. "Yes Mom?" Rose looked at her. "Do you know about mates Rose?" Grace felt sick, knowing about the things she is going to say to her daughter. "Who doesn't know about mates mom. Mates are made for each other and their soul becomes one when they meet each other." Rose answered. Well this is what she has heard about mates. She is not understanding why did her mom suddenly bring this topic. Her mom never talked to her about mates and supernatural.

"My mate..." . . .

His broad shoulders and chiseled jaw were a sight to behold, and I felt so lucky to be his mate. "Melina," he said, his voice deep and husky as he turned to face me, "you make me the happiest Alpha in the world." I blushed, feeling a surge of emotion course through me. "And you make me the happiest mate in the world," I replied and smiled up at him. The pack continued to celebrate, their laughter and cheers filled the air. It was a beautiful moment, and I knew that I would cherish it forever. I couldn't help but feel grateful for their love and support. I was proud to be Alpha Dwane's mate.

Again, I had to be with her. I trusted Grace with Sydney because as my mate, it made Sydney not only my daughter but hers as well. If only she never took her eyes of Sydney. She would still be here and I wouldn't have felt like someone ripped my heart out and placed it on the floor before stomping on it with their foot.

Alpha Rey pushed my body back, bringing me a little further away from Grace's coffin. “What are you going to do?” I could no longer contain my emotions as my cousin opened the glass case containing Grace's body. “Don't touch her!” I kicked his hand, which was about to touch my mate. Not stopping there, I grabbed him by the neck and slammed his body to the floor. “Looks like the nice way didn't make you give up your mate.” Alpha Rey woke up while wiping his bloody lips. I was gasping for breath with my mouth open. My chest was moving fast as emotions overcame me. “Grace is mine; it's a death sentence, and no one can take my mate!”

“Some people really are lucky! That pregnant lady who just came in? Barely had a stomach cramp, and her beta mate was freaking out, ready to call the entire pack of healers. “Unlike this one. Nearly died from an allergic reaction, and her mate didn’t even show up. Might as well be dead…” I thought I could hold back all the bitterness until the day I left. However, at that moment, my grief crashed down on me. Loneliness flooded in and crashed on me like a tidal wave. Of course, my mate had died. He died on the battlefield three months ago, the moment he chose to live under his brother’s name. I buried my face in the blanket and let the tears soak my pillow in silence. The day I was discharged