Never His Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He is nineteen? That's odd. At least for a royal wolf, right?” "Perhaps. I don't think a royal hasn't mated at eighteen in a few hundred years.” "Oh," muttered Noelle, as she washed the dishes in her hand and remembered about last night’s event. "Maybe his mate is someone very unexpected." “I do not think so, he should be mating a princess or a royal noble as him.” She stared at the dishes as she remembered his words “My mate”. Something was just nagging at the back of her mind. Something was off but she didn't know what.

I really wanted to be certain that I was not busy hallucinating things. ‘Yes. But is he alright? Or was our mate bond so strong, and he meant what he just said to us?’. She replied to me, but returning my gaze to the strikingly handsome but deadly figure in front of me, I couldn't believe that someone like him could be swayed by a simple mate bond. Even Hunter wasn't like this after we felt a mate bond towards each other. Why did I keep on recalling his name? But most especially. Why do I feel annoyed now after I mentioned his name? What really happened to me?

He liked the sound of that. "Is she my mate?" He asks himself, but quickly dismisses the thought, telling himself that it's never possible. He has been living for so long without a mate and never thought of finding her, he has been seeing this girl for some time now, so if she is truly his mate, she would've found out since, right?

To be with you is her right, not mine…” A laugh cut me out. I did not expect that he would laugh that hard only by hearing about his mate. Well, little did I know about was wrong. “Stephanie! Just stop… you don’t have to worry about my mate because I don’t have one. I am mateless…” “What?” I asked, not believing what I’ve just heard. “How do you know that? Wait! Is it possible to be mateless? If that’s so, we can be together- I don’t have to worry about anything… You’re not lying, aren’t you?”

Instead of what I’d expected to be a strong and evident reaction of some sort, it was a bitter chuckle that left his mouth. “I can never have a mate, Athena. Some wolves just aren’t blessed with mates.” And once again, he succeeded in leaving me speechless.

Until I know he's ok. He'll never be ok without us. We're his mate. My jaguar whines in my head. It's weird having this second presence in my mind. We were his mate before, and he was more than ok without us, even when we were here. I snap. You can't hold it against him forever. He's our mate, and he explained that. He wasn't ok with it.

'You are my mate. He stalks toward me, each step deliberate, predatory. I back up until I feel the cool wall behind me. "Yes, I am. But that does not mean I see you as my mate." 'What do you mean?' My hands shake so badly I can barely form the signs. His face is inches from mine now, his breath fanning across my face as he snarls each word. "Let me tell you something. Being mates means nothing. I don't believe in mates, never will, never have."

I asked, puzzled. “That you and Matthew aren’t together; you guys are just co-parenting,” he grunted, and I swallowed hard. How did he come up with such a conclusion? “I know that he doesn’t want you as his mate; you don’t have to hide it,” he added, and I swallowed nervously. At least he is still unaware that I am his mate. “Tell me, what happened? I thought you two would be together.” He questioned me, and I frowned. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”

he gave me a knowing look with emotion I can't point out. "But what if I can handle it? What if I can live with a bond with no love?" "Then great," he stood up and lend me his hand while smiling. I accepted his hand and he pulled me to stand up. "And about him and this Jenny, you have the right to be mad. Maybe he has his reasons, but the idea of not letting your own mate know doesn't sit well with me." We walked out of the woods and conversed as if we were old friends. He was easy to talk to. I asked him about his mate and he said he's not really in a hurry to find the one for him.

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...