Pap Mata Cogan Novels & Stories

“Name’s Kieran. And you?Considering that you are in my territory, I believe that you can tell that you do not belong here, but you should not be here.” I hesitated. The name Tatiana Ivanov belonged to someone weak, someone discarded. I was no longer her. “Just Tatiana,” I said finally. Kieran chuckled. “Well then, Just Tatiana, you’re lucky I found you before the real bastards did. What’s a pack wolf doing alone in rogue territory? I believe that you should be smarter than playing around in the forest this way, especially at night.” I lifted my chin. “I’m no longer part of a pack.”

He said giving me a hug. A loud growl was heard from behind me. I turn around to see a very upset mate. "Where have my manners gone?"I said. "Christian, this is my mate Damien. Damien, this is Christian, the Alpha of the Blue Creek pack, and he also saved my life from rogues the last time I got attacked when I was on my mini vacation." I said as I did a mini introduction. Damien then pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry love." My mate said as he hugged me..

Or rather, a forced sperm donor. “I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy. “Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.”

A reaction. So . . . my mother was telling the truth about me being mateless then? "I believe your mother, Luna Bessie, has already made it clear to you," Heap continues coldly. "You are mateless, alpha Jason. Ivy and Luna Bessie had a secret arrangement. The Patton farm was failing fast, and they desperately needed help. Luna Bessie needed a guaranteed mate for her mateless future Alpha. But how do you force an incoming Alpha to bond with a specific girl? Magic. Is that enough truth for you, Alpha Jason?"

A young male, who looked no older than twenty, asked. ‘Alpha?’ I thought to myself as I felt my mate’s hand tighten around mine. I looked at him then back out at the crowd. “I met my mate while I was there,” he pulled me closer to him, “I had to get her out before they killed her.”

Something told me my day was about to get considerably worse. Marek Ward looked exactly as I remembered him. Tall, broad, his dark hair beginning to gray at the temples, a short beard framing the permanent expression of a man who found most conversations entirely unnecessary. He entered the main meeting room with two wolves behind him, one woman and one man, both unarmed, while four wooden archive boxes followed under Caine guard. Marek looked at Maeve first. His eyes moved briefly to the silver streak in her hair, then to the stitched claw marks across her face. He did not stare. Good.

Laura Pov before the call ended between the two of us she warned me that I was not supposed to tell anybody about our conversation and if I did so it would mean that she would have to get rid of my mates as soon as possible this made my heart to immediately race with panic and fear and I told her that I would give anything and everything that happened in our conversations to myself I could imagine the sinister smile that immediately covered her face when I said this and then she told me that if I continue to this way then maybe Darren will get to see another day.

“Looks like I’m no longer a mate, Director Wyatt. I’m just the poor bastard with the hard-on.” With that, he moved from the table, stalking past the table Anya sat at, his imposing features savage, tight with anger, as he stalked to the wide double doors, lifted his hands and slammed through them. The crash of metal against metal as the doors bounced into the walls had her flinching violently as she stared at his back. “He’s crazy,” she whispered. Cassandra snorted. “Yeah. That’s a Coyote for you. We’ve never accused them of being sane.”

I rasped, every word carved from jagged ice. Ronan closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, drawing in a heavy breath. "Executed, Alpha. Point-blank range. Michael Morgan took three rounds to the chest. Claire Morgan was executed on the living room floor seconds later. The mercenaries left no survivors." CRACK. The solid four-inch mahogany beneath my left palm shattered like brittle glass, splintering into jagged shards under the sudden, violent surge of my grip. Inside my skull, Night tore through the mental barriers, unleashing an agonizing, feral roar that rattled the roots of my teeth.

Since then, I've been searching for my mate. My urge for her grew stronger the moment I saw her, leading me to seek solace in other females. My dad took his time to explain how you feel when you first meet your mate, and since today, I'm having the symptoms. It's funny how my wolf groaned when I set my eyes on the strange girl. I just met her today, and my wolf is already craving her. It's evident in her demeanor; she's a mere omega. I wonder how she gained admission to our school.