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“How…?” “Pack magic,” he said shortly. “Rare.” He moved to her leg, his touch gentler. Her wolf stirred, reaching for him. She tried to fight it, but the bond pulsed between them—bright, unignorable. Mate. Her breath hitched. Austin froze, his eyes meeting hers. “You feel it too,” she whispered. He pulled back like she’d burned him. “No.” “Liar.” He stood, fists clenched. “This changes nothing.”

I stopped gaslighting myself and turned the knob of the empty room next door—quietly, silently, sneakily. And then I saw them with my own eyes: Gideon and Rose. Tangled in each other, half-undressed. His hands in her hair, her lips on his throat, and both of them too lost in their lust to care who might see. This was not a dream, I told my wolf. This was not something I could pretend away anymore. My mate, my Alpha. And my stepsister. Together in bed, like they had always been. Like they’ve been mated to each other, meant for each other.

These played a major role, and that wasn’t helping at all because there was nothing else she would rather do than jumping straight for Alpha and begged him to make love to her. “Mira,” he called her name. She turned her heels around and walked away to the bedroom. “I’m sorry but I can’t.” He did not understand how much she wanted him to touch her inappropriately. Having a mate was a gift. Mating bond was a beautiful and sacred thing for werewolves. They were lucky to have that for them. Mira was far from being lucky because she still couldn’t have him. He was within her arms and yet he was still far from her reach.

Abby says, looking demented and crazy. I gasp and feel instant pain for the crazy she-wolf in my home. She is genuinely lost. "That's right, pity me. Oh, poor Abby lost her mate. I'M OVER IT, MOIRA. The rogue leader is my replacement mate, and by now, he should have had someone collect your lost little Luna. You know it sure was fun fucking Lisa's brother so I could learn where she lived and the layout of her home. He was so sweet even drove me home. I'm going to give my new mate what he wants. I'm going to hand over what our dear Alpha holds most dear, you and that human bitch," Abby says before lunging at me.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.

I quickly reached for my laptop, opened it, and searched everything about werewolves, alphas, and mates on G****e. Unfortunately, the search didn't provide a clear picture. However, I did understand that alphas are the leaders of their packs, the strongest and most respected. With a heavy heart, I keyed in another search query: "What is a mate in the Werewolf world?" My heart skipped a beat as an avalanche of revelations cascaded before me. The second article I clicked on nearly compelled a scream to escape my lips. "Mates are like soulmates. Each werewolf has a mate, chosen by the moon goddess, their god," I read aloud, my voice trembling. The implications hit me like a sledgehammer.

Mate? I was gonna be his mate. Based on the books I read, mates are a werewolf's partners. I bit my lower lip, examining his features; he was like a fictional character in the books I have read and I was gonna be his leading lady like oh my God. I mean if I was gonna be a werewolf, then I would be glad to be his mate. His manly aura was looking so good. I sniffed. He also has a good scent. I guessed it wasn't a bad idea to be his mate if I really have no choice.

Several lines, quotes from many Chapters jumped out at me from the old yellow pages, giving me the answers I knew I wouldn’t like. ‘It is a mistake to believe a wolf’s mate is always known at first sight. Some bonds lie dormant, concealed beneath time and circumstance, waiting to awaken. A werewolf may sense one mate in youth, only to discover another as the years pass, each carrying a different purpose, a different power. The call of the second mate is fainter but no less true.’

“Yeah, I am! I really like it here. I feel safe, and all my loved ones are here. I love my life back home too… but maybe being between my own kind is better and safer for me and Morganite. Well… at least until I find my mate…” They both share a look, then smile back at me… What is that about? “Sounds perfect. I truly believe you were meant to find your way back to us and be here.” Mama Lil says to me in her gentle loving voice, placing her hand on top of mine. The rest of the day I spent with them. Mama Lil and I painted a bit, I read a romance novel about werewolves, I had no idea this even existed, and I found it intriguing. The novel was called “Don’t Let Go” by Summer Richards, and it wa

Mary immediately carried a crying Selena into her bedroom. "What happened to mommy and daddy? Is he going to die?" Selena asked through sobs. "My dear, your mother is his mate, so he will live. She'll keep him alive," Mary said, while soothing the little girl. "Mate?" Selena inquired. "Yes, they are soulmates. The mate bond between werewolves is a powerful thing. It is a connection that runs deep, a merging of souls that is rare and precious. When two werewolves are mates, they can feel each other's emotions and thoughts and even share their life force. In times of danger or illness, a mate can save the other from death by sacrificing their own energy to heal them," Mary explained.