Running Mates Book Novels & Stories

And that brought me back full circle to the problem at hand. If someone else, anyone else, had imprinted on me, it wouldn't have been so big of a deal. Most mates go on to have happy lives together. Once the female accepts her mate their love and devotion to one another is pretty much set in stone. Very rarely has someone refused an imprinted mate but the times that it's happened, the rejected party has ended up living an abominable existence, some have even died strangely enough. Meanwhile the rejecter doesn't get off scotch free.

“Jace, I thought we were friends!” He rolls his eyes, and I sigh. “Fine, fine!” I walk over to the matchmaker’s table, trying to compose myself. I have no idea what to expect, but I can’t let my nerves get the better of me. I owe it to myself to give this a shot. After all, how else will I ever find my true mate? The matchmaker hands me a stack of photos, each one featuring a different man. As I flip through them, I can feel Jace’s eyes boring into me. It’s like he’s trying to read my mind, trying to figure out what I’m thinking.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat when Noah walks in and stands beside me with a sad smile on his lips. I go to ask him what’s wrong when Shari brings in a large black book. It looks ancient. The edges of the pages have yellowed over the years and will no doubt crumble when touched. She places the book on the table in front of me as she flicks her wrist as the pages turn and stop. I place my mug down and shuffle forward, and read the names. When I gasp at the names, I am seeing. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. Robert and Jennifer have a fabricated mate bond!

Promises to find my mate, to rewrite my destiny. Little did I know that the wheels of fate had already been set in motion and that salvation was waiting just beyond the horizon. In the darkest moments, a glimmer of hope emerged, a flickering light that would lead me to Alec Kingman, the enigmatic alpha king whose path would intertwine with mine in ways I could never have foreseen. Days turned into weeks, and the relentless cycle of torment continued unabated. One night, as I huddled in my corner, nursing my wounds, the creaking of the cell door drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat as a figure stepped into the dimly lit room.

“It’s a little hard to wrap my head around everything. Mom explained things to me but she made it all seem so simple.” “That’s because it is simple. There’s no need to over-complicate things, Cora.” I leaned forward and picked up the handbook. Placing it down, I searched through the chapters until I found the one I was looking for. “This goes into more detail about mates, mate-bonds, mating, and so forth. It also gives you the rules about how to act when you meet a mated couple.” “Rules?” I chuckled at the look on her face. But she leaned closer when I turned the book towards her.

She blindly took one book and sat down. She was the only one at the restricted library, so she wasn’t disturbed all day long. The first book she read was all about mating. “Fated mate…” Mallory unconsciously said, then touched the word on the paper. She read, “Fated mates are pairs that are arranged by the Goddess herself. They are commonly known to live together until one of them dies. If one died, the other would fall into a deep depression that sometimes would resort to killing themselves. Some said that fated mates have their abilities enhanced after mating, gaining more power from one another.”

My stomach felt like it was twisting in a knot, but I pushed it down hoping that it wasn't all over my face. "Why do you all keep calling me Declans mate?" I ask, keeping my attention on the video games. Jenson grabs the controller from my hand, and puts it down. "In our world of the werewolfs, we have things called mates. This means, that they are the other half of your soul." Jenson starts.

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – MY FAT MATE 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – MY POSSESSIVE MATE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – MY ABUSED MATE 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – MY ASSASSIN MATE 6.⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE

Every time I left, my knees almost buckled from relief. But fate isn’t exactly known for playing fair. It went sideways on a night when I was already running on fumes. I was filling in for a maid who was sick. The head maid had told me to fill in for her. I had just finished with the library section when another maid bumped into the shelves and the books fell down. I had wanted to scream at her but she beat me to it. “Why can't you seem to do things right?” she said. I felt like I was dreaming. Was this lady talking to me like this instead of apologizing?

I uttered indifferently. “I designed the Swarm Tactic for three Betas to defeat an Alpha. My Lure-and-Strike strategy has once enabled a small pack to crush an enemy three times its size.” Below the stage, Lucas’s grim expression darkened. When the speech ended, the applause was deafening. “Ms. White, you’re amazing.” Werewolves swarmed the stage. “Can I get your autograph?” “Our pack would love to hire you.” Samantha pushed through the crowd, “E-Erin, I mean, Ava, we go way back.”