Not Your Mate Anymore Book Novels & Stories

Sighing, Aliyah shrugged, “I was mourning him, mom, and I know that I am happy that he is back but mom…look at him, he is not the same.” “Everybody has been saying that, including Sean. But you shouldn’t join them.” “Why shouldn’t I?” “He is your mate.” “Which means that I know him better than anyone.” “Exactly. And not just that, it means that you are the only one that can pull him back from the abyss. I may not be a witch Aliyah but I feel it deep in my bones that he came back for you and no one, absolutely no one knows the battle he had to fight to achieve that and if he happened to have lost himself on the way, you are the one that can help him remember, only you can show him the man he

Mate?! How was that possible? How could Jeremy possibly be her mate? Was she still in her dream? Celeste's eyes widened in horror. She must have heard it wrong. She must have! Her heart raced like thunder in her chest, the sound drowning out even the howling of the wolves in her ears. The silence around her was suddenly too eerie. Mixed emotions of fear and confusion crept into her bones as she was left with silence and the thunderous cry for her mate ringing in her ears.

The only thought in my head was: 'I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the remainder of my life'. _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Book two in the series is called: She's My Mate. Search for it on the GoodNovel app and read now!

Mew sighed and said "Good, then you better know my situation.. I.." The confused boy cut the sentence of older. He didn't want to hear further, that painful words from his mate's mouth"Rejection" so he continued. "Sorry for cutting you, I know how painful be losing your mate because I suffered a lot for last two years. When I turned for first time. I had indescribable pain, already my body pained with the new formation, my heart ached much more, then one day I get to know my mate was already dead. Even, I lived with all suffering, some months ago, everthing went away, when I decided to kill myself. So I know, how do you feel now and I won't force you to accept me. But.."

I resist the urge to hiss in pain as the silver starts to burn my skin. One of them leaves the basement while the other two lock the wide barred see through door and stand right outside it. It was Just like the last cell I was in a few hours ago, except here I’m all alone with no crying and scared sister, and no dead mother whose heart was torn out of her chest and tossed next to her collapsed body. Here, I’m all alone with my dying mate somewhere in in this place. A mate who didn’t even want me at first sight. A mate who did not bother to reject me and send me away but went above and beyond to end our mate bond by attempting to kill me and ending my life.

I went to sleep that night never imagining that the next morning I’d wake up to words I’d never, ever wanted to hear… “I’m here to reclaim my MATE!”

I turned around and dumped it straight into the trash. On the third day, he spent a fortune to buy back an heirloom my late grandmother had left behind just to beg me to look back at him. After that, he even announced publicly that other than me, he would never love anyone else. We made a whole spectacle of it for a year. In the end, I was moved, and I agreed to reconcile. To celebrate, we threw a lively bonfire party in the main hall. We invited the elders of Blood Moon Pack to witness it and announced that we were about to complete the mate ceremony.

They all insisted I had never had a mate. But I clearly remembered reading their congratulatory comments! What on earth was happening? Just as despair threatened to consume me, I heard the low murmur of whispers spreading through the pack. "Looks like Nora's lost her mind. She imagined a mate who doesn't exist and disrupted the ceremony." "Right? Even her dad and friends confirm she has no mate. How dare she make a scene during the full moon ceremony, claiming her mate disappeared?" "And it's such an important event. She just wasted everyone's time."

"But what if I wanted it so? "I have loved you since we were kids, but you found a mate before I could tell you how I feel. "So please allow me to win your heart now. Will you let me be your mate?" His scalding breath rustled against my ear, while the scent of pine wood and a cool spring swirled around his stiff body, completely shrouding me. My wolf, which had been dormant for so long, once again howled in delight. - I did not see Orion again, until the Blood Moon Hunt.

Why is my Mate on a poster? I pull myself far enough away from my wolf to remember how to read, and my heart cracks, bleeds and trickles away through the paving under my feet at what I read. My Mate is not “a musician,” she is a star, a headliner, a top billing. I’m using the shelter to hold myself up as I shakily make my way around to the inside and sink onto the narrow bench there. I don’t have much data allowance left on my phone, but I use it all now looking up my Mate, on the Internet.