Romans & histoires Never His Mate

As much as she was at fault, my dumb-ass mate was too. I grunted at the thought. The first time I finally accepted him to be my mate was a few hours ago and it had been playing on my mind ever since. I couldn't help but wonder if it played on his mind as well. He didn't seem to be too pleased by the confession, something I couldn't decipher coding his features. Sometimes I felt as if I needed to be an I.T whiz to decode the man I was mated to.

he admitted, his words coming out in a halting rush. My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within me. It was both heartwarming and unnerving to see how much Mathew had grown, his budding abilities allowing him to pick up on his father's thoughts. "Well," I began, choosing my words carefully, "marking a mate is a special bond between two people, like Daddy and me. It's a way for mates to show their love and commitment to each other. When you become older you will know."

Or maybe…That version of him had never been real. He tilted his head slowly to one side, then the other, like a predator studying its prey. “My mate told me to have all the fun in the world while I played with you,” he said, his lips curling to reveal his teeth. “Because you’re a hard one.” A chill shot through me. “And now… I know I’m going to enjoy you.” My breath hitched. Mate? What mate? As far as I knew, he didn’t have one. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully, though my heartbeat had picked up speed, pounding violently against my ribs.

What had happened out there? “And your mate is in the hospital.” I add as he brushes past me. He freezes, but keeps his composure. “My mate was killed. I will never have another mate.” “We both know it doesn’t work like that. Damien is Raven’s second mate. Maybe it was time for you to be mated again.” He slowly turns his body around until he is facing me. “I don’t know what you think you know, Neah. I. Do not. Have. A. Mate!”

He pulls me up further in his arms so that I am leaning more over his chest as he slides his hand on my cheek and says, “You are the only female besides one other that I have had here.” I knew I wasn’t that special and a small pain goes through my heart at that realisation. However, curiosity got the better of me and I ask, “May I ask who?” I am surprised when tears shimmer in his eyes just for a moment before he takes a deep breath and whispers, “My mate.” His mate… He has a mate...

Is he with her? I glance at the mark that was on the left side of his neck. It looks like it has faded, but that could just be from years together. Is this why he doesn’t want me? Because his heart already belongs to another? I gulp, not knowing what to say. He tells me, “Mates are nothing but trouble. They betray you and hurt you more than anyone else could. Just tell me your damn name so I can end this for both of us.” He growled out the last sentence, my eyes widen as I stare at him, unsure of how to respond. Should I just give him my name?

My brother in everything but blood. I studied his expression. “Something’s bothering you.” His shoulders dropped slightly. “Is it that obvious?” “You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating. “You already have so much to worry about. I didn’t want to add to it.” “That’s not a good excuse.” He sighed, defeated. “I found my mate.” I blinked in surprise. “That’s amazing.” But he didn’t smile. His eyes dimmed. “She’s dead.”

Everyone stops howling. “ I’m not your mate, I’m….” He cuts me off again with another growl, this time louder than before. “You’re my mate! I finally found you!” Oh! Now I understand, I guess his friend was lost before and maybe I look like her. “Dude listen, I’m not your friend, I might look like her but I’m not her.” I don’t know you, I’m not your friend. He smiles. “Yes, you’re not my friend… you’re my mate!”

“ We won't work out “ “ Didn't you mate with her? “ “ No I didn't” “ Why? “ “ Because I have a mate , and she's right here”