Never His Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wasn't afraid of him. He snarls, spit flying from his mouth. His eyes glow dark green. Burning into me. "Why haven't you Marked and Mated Our Mate yet!?" He yells. He's pissed about something I hadn't done yet. And what's this Mate shit again?! "Why hadn't I did what? And who or what is a Mate?!" I shout back at him. "Rukeya is OUR MATE! Mine as well as Yours! And you still have Not made her Ours!" He snarls ferociously. Thick drool drips down on the grass below him.

He was silent again. He didn't accept that I was his mate nor did he clarify his men's doubts. What was he thinking? ************

Slowly, I looked up at him and nodded. “Matthias got angry,” I said quietly. “Our marriage... It’s always been complicated. People assume we got married for love. Because we’re mates. But the truth is, we aren’t really together in that way. We were never in love. And while he is my mate... he’s also mated to someone else.” Cassiel’s expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable. A tightening of the jaw. A flare of protectiveness. “Is that someone else the girl he brought to the Luna ceremony?” he asked, his voice laced with a restrained edge.

"You smell like mine." "Yours?" The word came out breathless. "What do you mean?" He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, something dark and possessive in his gaze. "You're my mate, little one." The world tilted for the second time today. "But... Rolex..." "Is also your mate." His thumb traced my bottom lip. "Just like me, Nathan and Sean.” My mind spun. Four mates? Was that even possible? "I don't understand."

Defeat to never be able to find his own mate . How this both are gonna meet ? On his mating day or before ? Think about it 😊😊

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."

Why was he acting as thought his head was missing a piece? I pressed my lips together, and tried to control myself. He was really annoying. “Come on now, Tia. You scent. Your scent was what made me able to know you. I scentedyou the moment you can't into the club because you're my mate.” I nodded at the explaination, but the part I didn't want to hear him say was the part he called me his mate. How dare he make such a statement. “I am not your mate do you understand me? I am not, stop making matters complicated. Besides, don't you have a wife? A pregnant one at that. She probably at home, and you're here trying to get yourself a–”

Suddenly, I recalled hearing some news some time ago about the death of Asher's mate. After about five seconds, I snapped out of the thoughts that had gotten me busy: "Who's Alpha Asher's mate?" I asked, "The last time I remember, they said Alpha Asher's mate died one time like that," I said, my tone ringing with curiosity as I tried to wrap my head around the exact year I heard it.