My Mate Has 2 Wolves Novels & Stories

she questioned. I had made a friend during my time here, his name is not Matthew, but Maxwell. He's a good wolf, used to be a beta back in his old pack until his wolf became unstable that he came here. He's dealt with a lot, rejected by his mate and left with his pup and then had an outbreak, hence why his wolf is unstable. They both love their mate and pup, only having to speak with them every Saturday for an hour. His pup's name is Sophie and his mate's name was Naomi. They're both very beautiful ladies, Max is a lucky guy, but I'm luckier.

“MATE!” My wolf is howling in my head, but my body is frozen just staring at him. His dark grey fur and obsidian black eyes would probably seem intimidating to others, but they don’t scare me at all. He’s beautiful and strong. His body is tense like he’s ready to attack, but I’m not afraid of him because he’s…. My mate?

he finished. “Back at the packhouse” I answered causing the girls to share another look. “Okay what the actual hell” Colton was getting pissed “what are we missing here?” “Okay might as well get this over with, yes Clay it is common for wolves to have a mate, what isn’t so common is having more than one” I said looking at the table playing with the handle of the mug Anya placed in front of me trying to focus on my hot tea instead of the eyes staring at me.

His eyes bored into me, coldly, daring me to look away. "Found your mate already?" I flinch, my heart doing a backflip jump on hearing that question. Of course, I should have found my mate. All wolves find their mate two months after they clock eighteen. "No," I lie, my eyes boring into his. I can't do anything that'll give me away. No one can know, absolutely no one can know that my mate is one despicable human being. "Alright," Dad nods, he lifts his gaze on me and focuses it on the book on the table, flipping it to and fro. "I thought you might have," he mumbles, "it's already two months after your eighteenth birthday."

"The adrenaline kicks in and it's kind of liberating. My favorite thing to do is run and run fast. I smile. - Do you like to play games? search? He laughs, rolling his eyes and his breath hot brushing my face. “Funny, Esmeray. Our eyes meet and this is the first time noticing all the patches of forest green clouding the brown. It reminds me of running through the woods with the emerald green rushing past me. I hate to admit that I feel the same attraction to him as I do to Stone. My eyes look to your lips, then your jaw square. But can wolves have two mates? Two mates in one pack? that probably doesn't happen, right? He approaches, reaching out and touching my arm. - What is wrong? I tilt my

"Mate" Reilly, My wolf growled. Shit!. Shit. Shit. Shit. I stopped in my tracks, taking a step back from my supposed mate but stopped when a heart-wrenching growl, warned me to not move. I took a good look at my mate. A deep jet-black wolf, double the size of my wolf, his jaws pulled up in a snarl, his low growls rumbling from his chest, his deep blood-red eyes blazing in fury, entirely trained on me.

Brenda asked me, everyone's attention turned to me almost immediately. I gulped wondering what I did to warrant the sudden attention, "it's been fine and I have Seth and the rest of my friends with me. We are doing quite well." Damien coughed lightly, "how about keeping your wolf at bay?" My eyes darted towards my parents, tilting my head. Ester mindlinked me assuring me it's okay. "My wolf does feel uncomfortable not being able to move at will. But aside that it's fine." Brenda nodded, "that sounds just right. I do hope you aren't getting swayed by your nightmares, they would keep coming but you have to hold it down."

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

"Is that so?" I clapped my hands. The screens switched again. This time, the video showed a battered wolf bowing his head as he confessed, "Fine! It was me! The Alpha of the Moonlight pack ordered me to do it! He said if I made Luna lose her wolf and the pup in her belly, he'd pay me a huge sum of money!" The hall fell into a deathly silence. Cheating and terminating a pregnancy were scandals, but losing a wolf was a devastating injury for a werewolf.

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”