Novel & Cerita Not Your Mate Anymore

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!”

I sure hope they aren't expecting me to break down and cry or better yet beg him to accept me. Not going to happen. "Ouch, is that what I'm supposed to say right now because I'm not sure. Is your little speech supposed to make me sad and depressed because again I'm not sure what response you expect from me." I look at him and shrug my shoulders, keeping my voice calm and disinterested in the whole subject. " Oh I think I know what you want me to say." I look him straight in the eyes hard before I continue. " I reject you as my mate , you do not meet my strict guidelines for a life partner. You are a man whore who has to force females into his bed. I deserve someone better as my moon picked m

"A mate is a piece of your soul you need to survive once identified. It becomes a need, a want, a necessity. Try as you might, you can avoid it as much as you want, but unless you are heartless or you reject the bond, you will always gravitate towards them. Your mate is your soul, the other part that magnets the one in you towards it to complete it. As long as you are not consumed by darkness, it's inevitable. Do you understand this, my flower?"

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

Perry's tone was unconcerned as he replied, "She's already dead. She was injured on your wedding day one year ago, then she suffered a miscarriage and died of excessive bleeding. What a pity it was for the child." Perry looked indifferent about his mate's death. He only showed the barest waver in expression when he mentioned the child that was lost. However, his expression soon changed into one of passion. "Therefore, I don't have a partner now. Are you willing to marry me and start over with me again, Sylvia? As long as you're willing, I'll give up on attacking the palace." In response, I sneered. "In your dreams." As soon as I said that, I shot an arrow through his heart before Alaric smas

He nods and agrees to talk to his friend to resume his plans. “Are you over the Mate thing now? You seem a little different, bit happier than the other day. You know that there is a whole world out there. Girls will want to have such a strong young Companion, no matter if mate or not. Maybe you shouldn’t just keep yourself for that one.” Gordon pats on Nero’s back as Vida walks around the corner. She will have heard what Gordon has just said. His look quickly flickering towards her as he swallows hard. She smiles at him as she walks into the House.

So when i found out that she isn't my mate i broke up with her coz i felt like if i continue this relationship then i will be betraying my mate. "Hey handsome, just heard that you have returned so i came to say hi" she said in a flirting voice while walking towards me. She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her butt. "Lana I am not in the mood to listen to your nonsense flirt '' I said, trying to get her out of my office. "Come on Badar, it has been so many years and you still haven't found your mate and neither have i, maybe our mates are dead" A loud growl came from me by just listening to the idea of mate being dead. “I don't know about your mate Lana but my mate is alive a

“In our last life together. You never behaved this way. I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I want my real mate back.” My eyebrows scrunch together, the whole room feels like it stands still and I can’t breathe properly. Cautiously, I respond, “I am your mate.” “You’re not who you used to be.” He states. Tears flood my vision as I ask, “How can I be? My mates killed me in my past life, they murdered my best friend, they nonstop argued!”

What mate? Salted chips momentarily forgotten, I asked. “What mate?” “What do you what mate? Don’t you know what the term mean?” “Of course I know what a mate means but you found a mate? How? No one in this pack wants anything to do with us, so how did you acquire this mate, mom?” “I’d keep it down if I were you.” “Sorry mom. I’m just overwhelmed right now.” “Your mother’s too old to have a mate, is that what you’re insinuating?”

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”