My Royal Mate Novels & Stories

His gesture calmed my feelings for a little bit. "People of the Royal pack thank you for coming! I'm standing here tonight to officially confirm the presence of my mate Carmela White. I could not express how happy I am to finally found her. At first, I doubted Maleficus and his visions of my mate. But tonight is the living proof! She's real, my mate...my wife! The future Queen! “Our wedding will be held in the next full moon, and tonight is the celebration of her acceptance as the new member of the Royal Pack".

Moving pieces into place so that we could win. "You see. We do not have weddings in the royal court. That is for lowly vampires alone. As for Royals, the moment Julian claimed you. Marked you, you were already considered royalty. YOu should be treated as such. A king's mates are his biggest assests, besides producing heirs, they have their own roles in governing our world. Once you mated Julian and held his mark on your flesh, you were by right his Queens. All of this is just to show the Royals who is taking up the crown." Amber finished and looked right into the kitchen. With a small smile she bowed her head once more.

If I don’t know better, I’d say he was taking my side on this. “You and sir Valerio were lucky to find each other all those years and so are Rue and Oliver, but we have to understand there are many who aren’t so lucky and some that don’t want to be,” he concluded. “So where do you find yourself then, Prince Edward?” Scarlett asked, adding, “Do you see yourself finding a mate someday?” His eyes darted over to me, and they locked for a moment before he turned away. He chuckled, “Sure, I’m open to the possibility of a mate, but being royal makes it harder. I have to believe that if my brother, the alpha king, could find his true mate, I can too.”

“And that is far worse.” I felt my heartbeat stutter. “What does that even mean?” Regina stepped back. “It means he sees you as his mate. His equal. His partner.” Mate. Again. Rejected by one mate. Claimed by another. “Emily,” Regina whispered, “you do not know what it means to be bound to a King. Their bond is not gentle. It does not ask permission. It rewrites your life. Your fate.” Matteo added, “And a bond with him could awaken your wolf in ways that could destroy you.”

Mateo. "Let me introduce myself properly to you, my darling queen," I scoff. "My name is Mateo Morrison, and I am the CEO of Royal Mateo Incorporated Ltd. I’m also the Lycan Blood kingdom’s monarch, and you’re my mate, whom I’ve long wanted to meet." I catch my mate’s eye, and her amazement at finding out who I am is evident. "You are what?" She inquires. "Are you the infamous Lycan king? Wow! You are real. You are not just a myth. I can't believe this. I can’t believe I’m a mate to such a cruel and evil king."

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

I wanted to repair the scars or at least die trying. Because I had no way of anticipating that my mate would be my enemy. And, I had no way anticipating that I wouldn't only be compelled to die for her but I'd willingly do it, I'd protect her with my dying breath. The white-haired princess with eyes as black as coal and skin as pale as stars was destined to be Queen. She just hadn't realized that it was written in her fate yet. All she had to do was reach out and grab it with both hands but first, she had to step out of the darkness because darkness blinded her.

Raiden warned. “What? I’m enjoying it. She’s royalty and still chokes on cookies—this is history in the making.” I glared at him, dramatically offended, but before I could respond, Lady Marisol clapped her hands once, sharply, like a teacher stopping children from fighting. “Alright, alright,” she said. “Let the child panic in peace.” “THANK YOU,” I muttered. “Yes, yes, you’re royalty,” Marisol continued, waving her hand like she was discussing the weather. “Princess, heir, Moonfire-born… all of the above. Now, shall I explain or will you continue choking on baked goods?”

It means I found my Amato, our word for mate. He looks disappointed at the distance I managed to put between us, and it also looks as though he is holding himself back from grabbing me again. I can see him straining to pull himself together and get a handle on himself. “Yes, mate. As far as where you are, I figured you would recognize the place you tried to steal from. You’re back at the royal castle. I brought you back here after you passed out. I’m Andraste by the way,” He introduces himself with an award winning smile.