My Mate's Wedding Drama Novels & Stories

At Mathew’s House, “Tomorrow is the wedding, and yet we have planned nothing to stop it.” Sitting on the settee, Berry said worriedly to her husband Dan and her son Jake. “I don’t think any of our plans will work now. Because of this sudden wedding announcement, we don’t even have time to execute our plan.” Dan said, taking a casual drag from his cigarette and after holding it for a few seconds, he blew the smoke upwards in a series of O. “Now only a miracle can stop this wedding.”

Her system had simply given out under the weight of the trauma, fear, and starvation, shutting down before he could claim his ultimate husband rights. But the biggest question was, did he stop after she passed out? She didn't know. Rosalie moved her legs lightly. She had heard the newly mated she-wolves talking the next morning of the last ceremony, how passionate their mates were, and how all the girls felt sore, and some couldn't even walk properly because it hurt. But Rosalie couldn't feel any pain or discomfort down there. Sitting up straight, she checked the sheets, and they were clean. There was no blood. Which meant he stopped.

Tara POV My phone rang disturbing me from my glorious dream. I groaned annoyed at the caller for disturbing my beauty sleep. But the caller was so persistent my phone wouldn’t be quiet. I sat up feeling so annoyed, without checking the caller ID i answered. “What?” “Woah slow down girl, how are you” “Mom i was just about to marry bruce wayne, couldn’t you call later.” My mother laughed and i sighed , feeling so sad i never got to marry the son of gotham.

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

"Rae, it's not like that. There are reasons. I can explain everything." Richard immediately cut him off, pulling me closer. "Young Master Logan, please respect yourself. Don't touch my mate." Logan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Your mate? That's impossible! Rae is my fiancée, we were preparing for our wedding!" His voice cracked, and his eyes filled with raw emotion. His gaze locked on me, red and pleading, waiting for me to deny Richard’s claim. But his hope was crushed. I stepped toward Richard, standing next to him.

So well it scared me. “Then why can’t we be real mates?” he pressed, gaze focused and earnest, with a stubborn need to understand. “If you feel like this marriage in Switzerland isn’t safe enough… then we’ll go back to America. Manhattan. We’ll register again. Have a wedding. Okay?” His voice dropped lower, and there was even a trace of choking, helplessness. “Why, Ann… tell me the reason.” As if sensing the heavy sadness in the air, Addie stirred in the crib, lips puckering, a small cry rising.

Daxon Reyes was all over the news whenever he acquired another tech firm, shut down a rival, or made some cryptic power move that sent Wall Street into chaos. He was the kind of man people wrote headlines about. And now I was apparently his. Or at least, his fated mate. The idea made my skin crawl. It wasn’t that I objected to the idea of mates. I didn’t know enough about werewolf culture to have strong opinions. But I objected to the way this had been handled. A letter? A summons like I was being dragged into court?

I whispered. Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of the moment hit me. I was going to marry Logan, my fated mate. An ex-mobster, no less! The path to this moment had been filled with twists and turns, fears and triumphs. And now, here I was, about to start a new chapter with him. With my family. With my sister, who would someday walk down the aisle herself. “Ella, honey, are you crying?” Moana asked, her voice soft.

It looks more like a normal bedroom, but a lot nicer than one I’ve ever been in. Something brushes my face, and I turn my head back to look at him. He’s smiling at me and he says something I don’t understand. “My mate.” He says softly before he tugs me closer to him and kisses me. Mate? What does that mean? *** Before I can ask him, everything goes dark. I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I come to, I’m curled up near the front door. There is a steady throb of pain all over my body, but I ignore it while I try to push myself off the floor.

They were together. Finally, the day of the wedding arrived, and they all pampered Marco on his special day. Matteo missed Amelia like a sore thumb. He was the only one who didn’t have a partner. Marcello paired with Viola’s cousin and marched down the aisle looking hot in his beige tuxedo. Matteo wished things would be normal and he could bring Emilia with him. He could show her around and propose to her in a special way. Watching the wedding ceremony, and listening to the heartfelt vows made him wish to marry Emilia right away.