Possessive Werewolf Mate Books Novels & Stories

then her eyes met mine. They were dark. Deep. Alive. Fierce in the way. And had that pull that made me drawn to her. My wolf stirred...then growled. Mate. No. No, this couldn't be. I inhaled and took a step back, pulse pounding, cold anger rising in my throat. She is my mate. This was a trap. This wasn't a desire. This was madness. Seven mates died. And yet here I was, already stepping into the grave. "Alpha Rowan." Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

He kept on squishing my boobs and sucking them as he caressed my nipples with his tongue and slowly he pushed his right hand down to my dryness as he pushed his index and middle finger inside me, making me moan. "You're mine now and your body is mine, even your acclaimed cursed soul all mine and no one else!!" Alpha Darwin roared as he pushed his finger inside me as my wetness drooled, warming his fingers. "Breeder or Mate, either one, you're dead!! "I'm not your mate!!" I kicked against his hip with my knee as he groaned. I opened my eyes as his red eyes pierced deep into my soul. I wouldn't have done that, I would have submitted instead.

The word just didn’t fit right; didn’t sound right as it left my lips. A wolf mated for life. Their mates were their partners in every way possible. Their soulmates, their best friends…their everything. A wolf was always loyal to their mate and they would do everything to make them happy. What a life I would have if I accepted Lucas’s feeling for me… But being a Luna was much more than just being a mate. I would have to stick to all of his decisions and support him in everything he did, even if it meant going against Damien.

I blurt out and suddenly regret it because he abruptly jumps away from me and to the opposite side of the bed. His hair is a mess, running his hands through it, he makes it messier "Oh, shit. Could that happen?" he asks me. I have no idea. Usually when a vampire Links with someone, they have to turn that person. Is it even possible to turn a wolf? "There's no mating ritual for us. We just give you our blood and you become one of us" I explain to him. He furrows his brows "What?" I guess I have completely killed the mood "I don't want to become one of you monsters" he stands up from the bed and adjusts his clothes "Shit, we need to slow down on this. We have no fucking clue what we're doing"

To make her mine. Had anyone ever kissed her lips? The mere thought turned something inside me. Anger burned through me like hell. I would kill any man who dared to touch what was mine. Had she met her mate? According to the information Tom got me, she was twenty-two, and most werewolves met their mate before twenty. Only rare ones found them later. I didn't see her mate at that party. Even if she had a mate, I would kill him brutally. No one could take my little wolf away from me.

So I visit blogs of fanatics and hard-core fans to grapple as much as I can to at least, bolster courage before the smirking faces of my friends. Well, I do know about ‘Mates’ and stuff. A werewolf could be either mated to a human or a wolf. And the thing with the ‘Mating mark’, which gives the human mate fast healing and rids illnesses and disabilities. It’s a form of the mating process and keeps other wolves off your mate. It comes in the form of a bite to the neck or shoulder. “What?” I rub my neck subconsciously. If unfortunately, I do end up as Henry’s mate…Alpha’s are on a whole new level of extreme possessiveness and over-protectiveness. I wonder where he might want to bite me.

I snarled, my eyes flashing gold with her wolf's anger. Then I remembered—the mating certificate I had signed just yesterday now rested in my ceremonial pouch. With deliberate movements, I retrieved the red-sealed document, unfurled it dramatically, and threw it at their feet. "This is the binding certificate between me and my mate. As I said, he merely hasn't arrived yet."

The scent of roasted venison filled his nostrils and his stomach growled hungrily. The following morning Madeline ran across the treetops enjoying the lovely weather. She was a vampire princess and daughter of Hera and Ambrose Drăculea. She loved the outdoors and spent most of her time searching through the thick forest behind the palace she lived at. She loved to draw and exploring gave her lots of subject matter. She paused on a branch when she noticed a large furry creature below pissing on the trees. A nauseating smell rose to her sensitive nose and she gagged. Squinting her green eyes she dropped down several branches to watch the creature that expelled the offensive scent. Her eyes wid

But Louis' sad eyes and apologetic expression didn't change Phoebe's mind because now she no longer recognized who the man in front of her was and why he was doing these things to her. “I have said many times already, you are not my mate and I am not your mate. Harvey is my life partner, I've only had one "mate" in my life and won't be able to have another." - Phoebe said calmly, Louis's words and acts of dedication did not touch her heart, could not shake her. Unfortunately, Vampires are completely different from humans, pregnant women will have no awareness of people other than their "mate". Once they have lost awareness of everything around them, sweet words and pleas can't shake them.

I countered. “The same point I’ve been making this whole time. Vampires do not have fated mates. And there’s never been a case of a werewolf having a vampire or any other species beyond a human as a fated mate that I know of.” Auðr said. “Hold on.” I jumped off the bed and grabbed the big Firewolf mating book at my desk. “This is an ancient book on all werewolf mating. It’s been maintained by Luna Aurelia’s birth pack for centuries. Dad asked the keeper, Mr. Tracey, to borrow it.” I explained as I returned and opened the book.