Romans & histoires Never His Mate

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.

But he is not my mate. "

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've known him for literally my whole life and not once have I ever seen him pick interest in someone either male or female. He also have never dated anyone even when I tried to hook him up with someone but he said he's keeping himself for his mate which I found ridiculous. Even though alphas has a mate that the goddess has destined for them, it doesn't doesn't mean they can't have fun while waiting to meet their mate. Even though I found his decision awkward but as his friend/beta I have to respect and support him.

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.

Just when I thought of something to say, Damian’s posture tensed as he looked at her and said; “Mate!” I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly but before I could ask again, he took mighty long strides and left. I stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. I am his mate?! How is that even possible? We hate each other!

“How?” “Because I haven’t been with anyone else.” I repeat and he scoffs. “You keep saying that.” “Because it’s true.” “Are you keeping it?” He asks and the question catches me off guard. “Yes.” I say without hesitation. “Just like that?” “Yes.” “You’re sure about that?” “Yes.” He lets out another breath. “Of course you are.” I don’t respond, and another silence follows. "We are not mates. What happens when you find your mate?"

He never missed any of them before. He was suddenly feeling displeased. Unlike before, he’s not looking forward to the possibility of meeting his mate. He became more concerned about the possibility of Sab meeting her mate. The thought was like an explosion in his head. He never thought of it before. He became immensely worried. What would he do if she finds her mate in the future? In this visit they’re going? Would he be able to accept it? Would he be able to let her go? Just as he ruminates about it, his mind is already screaming no. No. He can’t let that happen. He gritted his teeth as it came to him, loud and clear. She’s his. He would make her his. Mine. My mate.