Never His Mate Novels & Stories

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.

‘My mate is truly mysterious. ***

And my mate… T H E E N D.

"You and Darius should feel drawn to each other with such force that you can't fight it. It's how mateship works." Liar, I think and narrow my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard about mates who split? Or... cheated on each other?" I shrug. "Never in my lifetime," he answers at once. "There was never even such a story told. When a person has a mate...and finds it, he or she does not even think about another possible love interest. Your mate is your beginning and your end." I try to contain the bubble of words stuck inside me, but I cannot do it anymore. I burst. "How come Mother wasn't your end?" The words come out angry.

'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 was done being scared. “As much as you'd like a revenge play, I don't compete against lower beings,” he sighed and stood. “I'll just keep you company until your mate comes to give me what I want. Then you can be on your way and I'll be on mine.” He spoke the word ‘mate' as if he was talking about the grossest thing to exist in all of humanity. I frowned. Mate? As in my best friend? Oh God! Does he have his eye on Hannah?

he smirks. Oh, I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t going to lose this the way I usually did, through anger, through impulse. But Tristan’s mouth kept moving. “H She’s my mate,” he’d say, like it was a fact carved into stone. Like I was just an obstacle that could be pushed aside. “Mine.” he said proudly. I’d step in, my voice low and dangerous. “Since you’re my elder brother and Alpha, can’t you find another woman to chase?”

"It was midnight, Roman. It was my birthday. The bond... it snapped. You felt it. You knew." "I didn't know it would happen tonight, Al," he said, his voice dropping into a desperate, hollow register. He reached across the seat, his large hand trembling as he tried to touch my knee. "I didn't know you were my mate until the exact second you opened that door."