Romans & histoires Never His Mate

Eric heaved, his eyes locked into mine, "Jessy, stop calling me your mate. Because my mate is right beside me. Bruna is my mate!" WHAT?! My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. He was sniffing at my scent. How the fuck was this possible? Did I hear him correctly? He just called me his fucking MATE!!

Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate" Boat and Mild screamed "WHAT!!!?." Mew got confuse this time and thought why didn't the boy said his friends that he was his mate. His heart was fuming with the unknown, feeling so he questioned his mate "Didn't you tell your friends??" Gulf answered hesitatingly "No." Mew sighed and said, "Already late come." He grabbed his mate's wrist. Omega thought "oh god my heart is jumping like it gonna explode. He calls me the first time for his Mate. what am I going to do?" it's really happy for Gulf. He can't stop smiling.

Unmated. For women who dreamed of becoming Luna to one of the strongest territories in the region, he was the greatest possible prize. They did not know him. They did not know what he kept beneath his house. “You’re welcome to him,” I said. Lyra blinked. “You expect me to believe you entered for another hunter?” “I didn’t enter for a mate.” “Then why are you here?” Sable watched me carefully. I could not tell them the truth. Not all of it. “To collect something that belongs to me.”

I prompted, trying to bridge the gap. He nodded slowly. “More than family. She was… my mate. For a while.” My breath caught in my throat. Mate. The word echoed in my mind, a sharp, unexpected pain. His mate. He had never, ever mentioned her. He had never mentioned any of this. My gaze hardened, the warmth I'd felt a moment ago replaced by a chilling suspicion. “Your mate?” I repeated, the words tasting like ash. “And you never thought to tell me that? Not even when she showed up on your doorstep?”

His Wolf was coiled so tightly inside him it felt like pressure behind the eyes, a migraine made of instinct and rage and something dangerously close to grief. “A mate.” Not hypothetical. Not theoretical. Real. Taken. Erased. The thought kept looping, vicious and circular.I walked past him. I let him go. They took him because I didn’t know. “how could I have not known he was mine. He belonged to me.” Cassian whispered. He vision blurred.

It was only a matter of time before I succumbed to it. “The desire. You feel it too, don't you?” His feet thudded the floor as he came closer. “You're my mate.” “Your what?” I blinked as I scoffed. That was singularly the most ridiculously, absurd thing I'd ever heard in my entire life. “I am NOT your mate. I have a boyfriend.” I saw his eyes darken a bit. He seemed to bite back his words. “You can't run from the mate bond,” he said, his voice flat.

Mate, yes she is my Mate. I have a MATE!

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?

“He rejected me. He made his choice.” “And yet his blood runs in you.” Oya’s gaze bore into mine. “The mate bond does not sever with words. It gnaws. It binds. He may have cast you aside, but the Moon has tied you still.” The water shimmered again. This time, Dax’s face flashed in the vision—strained, hollow, his hand clutching his chest as if pierced by an unseen blade. Then it was gone. My stomach twisted. “What did I just see?”

I returned home with the fake mate certificate in hand, feeling hollow. A mate certificate was something every mated werewolf couple possessed—a symbol of legitimacy issued by the Werewolf Pack Council. It was the equivalent of a marriage certificate in human terms. But mine was a lie. I forced myself to hold it together as I approached the door to our house. Just as I was about to push it open, I heard Sam's voice inside, speaking with his Beta. "Alpha, it's been five years. Are you still not going to mark Echo?"