Never His Mate Novels & Stories

She stops in her tracks, looking up at me with enthusiasm. “Nothing, it was nothing..” I shake my head, I shouldn’t have said that. He was just playing mind games with me. “He’s your mate, I’m surprised he hasn’t claimed you already…unless…have you two already done it. ” “I….” “What, you have haven’t you…it’s always the quiet ones.” “No, I’ve never…you know…I had a mate, I was waiting…” I growl out.

Lucinda had began to brainstorm on this particular issue that had been on her mind earlier, now that she was just heading to the sect's location she felt that she could put her mind at ease and look through herself. Emmm.... Jake is it possible for one to be so far off from ones mate for so long; Lucinda asked? Huhhh!!!! Jake was surprised, it looked like a bout' of sudden realization had hit him. He looked at Lucinda and began to access her from head to toe with a bit of dread, such power with-held within such small body. She's been so far of from her mate yet nno reaction what so ever. Jake thought hard while looking at Lucinda..

"I said I'm not giving you up Dee, no matter what… that means you will be my Luna... and I can't wait until I can tell the fucking world you're mine." He said quietly. Dana looked into his light brown eyes. Was he really the fuck boy who use to sleep with several girls in the same week? Right now, it was hard to believe. She smiled, locking her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. She wondered who his mate was, what she looked like. Sure she wished by some luck it was her but her luck wasn't that good, fate gave her shit after shit. There was no way she would get him as her mate.

I'm mad at him, and every time he calls, I never talk to him. He said I was his mate before? Now I think he lied because mates can't bear to be away from each other. I knew it because Hunter and Emmett already found their mate, and Hunter's mate turned out to be Che Che, and Emmett was Lauren. They are always together wherever they go, and I was left behind alone and lonely watching them.

My throat constricts and I try to remain in control of my emotions which are all over the place with these extreme highs and lows. “No, I won’t meet my mate…” He says softly. “She doesn’t exist.” I stare at him in complete confusion. Isn’t his mate what this is all about? “What? Then what the fuck is the problem? Because you made it seem like you would lose your mate over my mark on your neck. And now you are telling me you don’t have one…? So what the fuck is the truth here because I’m confused as shit?” He groans in frustration and stares at me.

"This is bullshit!! Father, you know me well, I will never lie to you..." "I don't have a mate, so there is no..." his words got caught in his throat as the pictures of him and his mate began sliding on the screen. He went pale..

He knows he was my mate yet He never told me he even has a lover. My worst nightmare is about to happen and I don't think I'm ready for it. Is that why he showed me kindness and his possessive attitude? He knew I'm his mate! He never told me, he kept it away from me and even have a girlfriend, because I'm an Omega

He offers me a tight-lipped smile upon noticing me looking at him, and then he stares out into the nothingness. Isn't he glad people are joining our cause? Hayden takes a deep breath, muttering. "It sucks that you're afraid of your own mate..." There it is, that strange word again: mate. What is a mate?! I keep taking in Hayden's tall stature, and my heart pangs in my chest when he disappears into the crowd. I'm sure I imagined it, but for a moment, it looked like he was in pain.

I murmured. He said nothing, only kept staring. “It’s fine… if you don’t want to talk about it.” I forced a smile and tried to get up, not wanting to pry. But he held me down gently. “Do you still not remember anything?” Confusion filled me. “Remember what?” His voice was heavy with pain. “She was my mate. I lost her. And even though I see her every day, she doesn’t know me anymore.” His gaze bore into mine, sharp and unyielding.

We were holding my father's wake when the church caught fire. The black drapes caught fire fast. I was standing nearby. Within seconds, the flames were all around me. I covered my nose and mouth and rolled across the floor until I finally escaped the flames. But my fiancé, Vincent Winston, was already shielding Bianca Hayes as he rushed toward the exit. When the firefighters arrived, they started evacuating everyone. They told us to cover our noses and mouths with scarves or towels and make our way to the exits without pushing. I had just pulled a scarf from my bag when Vincent snatched it away. He covered Bianca's nose and mouth with it and explained to me, "Bianca already has a cold. I can