Reijou Wa Mattari Wo Goshomou Novels & Stories

I smiled, “I agree.” We ate beef parmesan, mashed potatoes, corn and homemade bread for dinner and it was a huge hit. My mate gave me more than a couple kisses over the beef and the bread. He sighed, “I seriously have the best mate there is. She is absolutely perfect.” Matt chuckled, “Perfect for you. Just like The Goddess intended.” I smiled, “Wow, you guys can get really sappy. Did you know that, Jessie?” She laughed, “I did know that. I was raised around these two. Matt has been sappy since eighth grade. We always hoped we were mates. He was at my parents’ door at midnight on my birthday. He had been waiting outside my window because he had turned eighteen a week before me and he knew I w

But as I was leaving, Mia stopped me and said, "Don't even think about quitting. You're lucky to even have this job, considering your situation, as a rejected mate! Ha, ha ha...." I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded and walked away. But her words lingered in my mind as I made my way home.

Matt said. “I need options, Matt. I’m prepared for everything from the beach to the boardroom. Relaxing at the piazza or taking in an opera. It’s all in there,” I said, extremely proud of myself. Matt pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head. “How do you know what a piazza is, tesoro?” I just shrugged my shoulders. “G****e.” * * *

He growled. Mte? MATE! MATE! She must be in the room with my body. She’s the source of the delicious smell. I need to wake up because I’m going to eat her like my inner fat kid wants to eat a few dozen peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. I slammed into the door at the end of the hallway, hoping to find a glimpse of my mate. Of course, I’m not that lucky. The smell was gone, and I found myself at the feet of a GIANT Queen of Hearts card! Are you FUCKING kidding me?! It looks like I reached the final boss of this level. If getting through her gets me closer to waking up, this big bitch is going down!

One of his companions scoffed and mumbled under his breath something we could not hear. “Firstly, my name is Ezra, not Omega. Secondly, it is none of your concern how I am. You clearly have not cared at all over the last few months how I am doing so why start now. I would like to ask you for a rejection so I can either die or move on with my life. If you will not give me one then I will wait until I can feel the mate pull and reject you myself.”

Being a mate to a mere pack hunter daughter who isn't anywhere close to my taste is like a slap to my face, and nothing on earth can make me accept her. Filomena is the woman I desperately need in my life right now. Judian is nowhere close to her in beauty and sexiness. A nerdy and bookish young lady with a hawkish gaze. The mate bond is a shambles!! The moon goddess must have been drowsy when she mated her to me, and I will correct it for her by rejection. Filomena is the woman I badly want to be my mate, and nothing can stand in our way!

{that's hilarious} "What is that for bitch?" Matt and Layla both said in unison while trying to control their mates, making me laugh harder. "It's fun to tease extra possessive mates," I reasoned with them while they glared at me. "May the moon goddess give you the most possessive mate of this whole world" as soon these words escaped Layla's lips, her eyes widened, and matt looked at her in shock. "Moon goddess loves me; that's why my mate rejected me on the spot, Layla," I said in the same playful manner to not make her feel guilty but inside, I knew that these words had a significant impact on my heart.

I'm now in their pack; Rogue is in the red moon pack. Without will, I closed my eyes, inhaling as much air as possible, loaded with its smell. And then incomprehensible words came from my wolf, Alora. I understood only one word from her. "mate".

The weekend had been hell for Matt. He had barely slept or ate. When he had slept, it was on an old cot in the station’s basement. He couldn’t bear going home to an empty house with nothing but his thoughts. His thoughts of Jodi. Telling her – admitting to her - that he loved her and her not responding. Her silence in that moment was worse than the things she had said before that moment. Matt shook his head like he could shake away the memory and the feelings of that rejection.

she gasped, horrified at her thoughtlessness. “I’ll live,” a familiar voic’e answered her in English. It was Matt! She stared up at him, hardly able to believe her eyes. He was wearing frayed cutoffs and a T-shirt, his baseball cap was on back to front, his eyes were hidden by sunglasses, and he was leading a very small white goat on a piece of string. “You’re, ah . . . you’re ... is that a goat?” she managed eventually, struggling to control the laughter that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.