Never His Mate Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

Jace didn't want the mate he thought he would never have, but just found, to leave him. What if he never comes back? What if he doesn't want anything to do with him anymore? What if everything he was ever told was true? That no one would ever want him, no one wants someone so dirty, disgusting, and used. "Don't go!" Jace cried out, his hand reaching over Noah's shoulder, toward the figure that was no longer there. But instead, a dark misty substance lingered. Jace practically choked, as he cried when he saw his mate was no longer there. It was a cry Jace knew sounded ugly, as he broke down crying loud and hard for the mate he thought would never come back.

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?"

Mate Mate Mate The words kept ringing in his head. No other woman could take his roughness in his bed and still sneak out the next morning. No woman except A. She is special woman. 'And our mate' His Werecat chips in. Jor agrees with his Werecat. He has got to find her and mark her as his. Giving her the Mate bite that would bound them forever.

“I don’t like you being her partner. I had prefer you get out.” “Why?” He cocked his head, voice dripping with amusement. “Are you acting like a jealous mate?” Mate. KIll HIM - the voice. I wanted his blood on my hands. Paint the white tiles with it. Watch the red spread. “I don’t have a mate,” I growled. Control. Hold it together. Her head snapped up. Eyes locked on me. Burned through me. “You don’t have a mate?” Her voice cracked with disbelief. “Is she dead? Did you deny her? You must have done a lot of bad things, right? Who am I to even ask?” She hissed and looked away.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought Reed was her mate. Strangely, now, when I think of Caren now, I don’t feel that sense of wanting her. I guess it’s because I know I have a mate and who she is. “Diesel, we have a mate?” I told him. “No, we don’t. You haven’t marked her.” He says stubbornly. “It’s complicated.” I tell him. “I don’t care. I want my mate.” He yells this time, giving me a slight headache just behind my eyes.

I shrug. “In all of your chasing and listening to legends, did any of them mention the Ultima’s mate?” He asks, raising a brow. The tone of his voice makes me think my answer should be no, and since I can’t recall a single instance where a mate was mentioned, I realize he makes a good point. “No, there is never a mention of a mate,” I say, trying to process what it all means. “But I felt it,” I whisper.