Never His Mate Novels & Stories

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?"

"This came from the woman who had tamed and untamed me at the same time, the woman I wouldn't dare to trade for anything in this world.... MY MATE!" He said recalling the words she had used to comfort him some moments back, emphasizing the last words. He smiled. "Your Mate!" Damon froze at the words, this can't be possible. The only mate he knew for his friend was dead and that was a long time ago. "YOUR MATE!"

Trying my hardest not to spill the truth because nobody knew where I was and if he found out it was me goddess knows what he would do. "I'm sure she probably has Rayne, I'm sure she has...." he paused for a moment. "But I wouldn't blame her if she has, she deserves happiness she really does. But I just can't bring myself to move on with the chance she may come back one day. You must understand, the mate pull is an immense thing and the lack of it shatters my soul. You have your mate but that just means you know how empty you feel at the idea of loosing him right?" He looked at me with glassy eyes.

Before I knew it, I threw up on him. Gasps spread around us. They quickly brought out their phones to capture my embarrassment. I could hear the click of pictures being taken. My face burned. When I dared to look up, his smile was gone. His jaw was tight, his ice-blue eyes locked on me as he spoke. “You smell different.” My mind was racing too fast to process what he had just said,so I could only stare blankly at him.His frown only deepened. “Tell me,” he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear, “are you my mate?”

I inhaled a sharp breath after hearing about his claim. “Whoa! Are you still thinking about that fatty b*tch?” She asked in a venom-filled tone. F*ck! They were talking about me. “Seraphine!!! I will not allow you to insult her like this. She is my true mate, and I only want her… no one else.” True mate? What did he mean by that? I wasn’t his mate at all; instead, I just had a stupid crush on him which ended a long time ago.

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.

I hated that he was hurting and worse his mate rejected him over shit he couldn't control. Don't give up, baby ,mama will always be here.

Roy asked, frustrated with the elusive nature of Stuart's emotions. Stuart remained silent, the hum of the car engine providing a backdrop to the weighty conversation. "Wake up from your dream. When did you last meet her? How well do you know her?" Roy continued, challenging the romanticized notions that seemed to cloud Stuart's judgment. "Stuart, you met her when you were just a year old. How can it be love at first sight? How long will you wait for a girl who doesn't exist in your life and hurt another girl deeply in love with you?"

Inside a mildly lit living room, two people, a man and a woman, who were supposedly around their middle ages were sitting engrossed in deep conversation. "Do you think we should do this?" Victor woods turned his sight towards his wife, Agathe woods as he stared at her with an unspeakable yet flickering emotion in his eyes. From his face, it was clearly visible that he was currently caught on a tough spot.