Not Your Mate Anymore Novels & Stories

“I demand that you unmark her. Once you will unmark, you will know that she isn’t your mate. You won’t feel the pain that is associated with unmarking. And that will prove my point!” Tova was aghast at his mother’s sheer apathy. The idea of unmarking his mate was abhorrent. The pang of pain that he felt in his heart even by the thought of it was so sharp that he felt dizzy. His beast screamed against the idea. It sounded wrong on all levels. He staggered and clutched a table’s edge near him. He closed his eyes, clutched his heart and turned his face towards the ceiling. “Tova!” Alyssa rushed to him and held him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest. When Mizette said to unmar

I don't even try to hide the sadness in my voice. "What the fuck. That is the dumbest reason to reject your mate. Mates are precious gifts that no one should just throw away for a reason that ridiculous." He's pissed. He has his mate and knows how amazing it is to have one so to him throwing a mate a way is a personal insult. "Who is your mate?" I think he's just asking out of curiosity, but there's still clear anger in his eyes even if he has softened his voice.

“ We won't work out “ “ Didn't you mate with her? “ “ No I didn't” “ Why? “ “ Because I have a mate , and she's right here”

“You’re his mate.” The word explodes through my consciousness like a bomb, shattering every assumption I’ve ever made about my life, my future, my choices. Mate. Not girlfriend. Not potential romantic interest. Not someone he might ask out for dinner and a movie. Mate. With all the permanence and inevitability the word implies. With all the biological imperative and lack of choice it suggests. I open my mouth to argue, to deny, to demand explanations that make sense in the rational world I used to inhabit.

"That's for bullying Audrey! Apologize now or forget about being my mate! And don't even think about setting foot inside our house today! Tell your parents to stop trying to force me into marking you!" I slowly stood, ignoring the pain, and looked them both dead in the eye. "I told you I'm not choosing you as my mate. I've chosen someone else as my mate." Just as I turned toward the door, the old Lycan King appeared at the entrance. "What's going on here?" he asked sternly. "Nothing," I said with a calm smile. Behind him stood Sven, dressed in a deep navy suit. He had recovered from his surgery and was now able to stand. Regal and composed, he radiated the commanding presence of a future Alp

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

Adam’s voice still sounded non challant and I lost a bolt in my head. “I’ll let you know one thing and that alone, I am not your mate and I would never be your mate.” With that, I ended the call.

I truly have a mate. “But.” I heard him say and I broke out of my clouds of thoughts to look at him. But? “That was before.” He started slowly, his face crumbling into a frown. Huh? “You were my mate, but not anymore.” He dropped the words and I felt my heart squeeze up at once. “I rejected you already… and you probably didn’t feel the sting because you were too excited— or maybe you did but ignored it because you thought it was something else. But in summary, we are not mates anymore.” He said and turned his attention back to the files in his grasp while I stumbled backward in piercing shock.

“She’s all alone right now. She can’t survive out there.” “Then let’s erase the mate mark,” I said. “Either you send her away, or we get divorced.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cooling by the second. “Ann. That trick doesn’t work the second time.” He stepped closer, looking down at me like he held the high ground. “The first time, I was willing to spoil you, to let you throw your little tantrum.” He reached for my face. I dodged. “You say divorce and we divorce?” He gave a low laugh. “What do you think I am?”

My mother crossed her legs elegantly, while my father stood with his arms crossed, waiting expectantly. “Lyra isn’t what you think,” I began, keeping my voice steady. “She was wrongly accused, expelled from her pack without any proof. I… I couldn’t just turn a blind eye to that.” “And what does that have to do with you, Mikail?” my mother asked, with that sharp tone she used when something bothered her. I swallowed hard, feeling the truth churn in my throat. “She… was also my mate. I rejected her.” There was a brief silence. My parents exchanged a look that said more than anyone could have said.