Ruthless Mate Novels & Stories

She knew he would be a great partner but she wanted a more powerful mate. She always dreamt of a strong king like Luke as her mate rather than a pawn like Mateo who dances at Elena’s finger tips. But at the moment, her lust for her mate was taking over her lust for power. She was snapped out of her train of thoughts with Mateo’s cold voice. “Miss. Ira Ethan Blossom, I reject you as my mate!” said Mateo in sharp tone but hurt was quite visible in his golden brown eyes. “No!” said Ira with horrified expressions.

“You’re the piece of shit who thought he could put his hands on my woman. The one who thought he could break her. Rape her.” He tries to spit at me. I laugh — low, sharp. “You’ve got balls. Shame I’m about to crush them.” I drag him upright, tie his wrists to his back pushing him on the floor. His breathing’s already ragged. “You think this is your world? That money, threats, numbers will keep you safe?” I circle him like a wolf, running the tip of my knife across his chest, carving a shallow line that makes him flinch. Blood wells up, bright. “Wrong. This is my world. And in my world, touching what’s mine is the last mistake you’ll ever make. It's death sentence.”

Something raw and nearly primal. I almost pulled away but he caught my wrist — not rough or harsh but gentle and possessive. “Athena…” he brought my hand to his chest and I felt his heart beating in his chest. Thud. Thud. Thud. “I think I'm in love with you.” He blurted out. “Damien…” “I know…” he said, closing his fingers around mine. “I know about the mate bond. About the twins.” I lowered my head, my heart clenching painfully.

Then he held the door knob to leave, but I knelt down and grabbed his leg to stop him. "Jacob, please. No! Please, please!" With tears streaming down my cheeks. Then a knock on the door was heard. "Jacob, I'll go." It was the woman, the real bitch. "Give me a second. Wait for me," Jacob said, and he looked down on me while I was on the floor, enraged. "Do you want me to state everything clearly in your face for you to stop? Fine!" "No! Don't do this!" "I, Jacob, Alpha of Red River Pack, reject you as my mate." My clamp on his leg immediately loosened as my body instantly grew weak, and he then left me in the bathroom alone.

Darius listens to his mother more and will call her back at her insistence. “He told me he wanted to find his mate, but I never expected him to be this harsh on you,” she replied. This is bad, and this time I think Mother won’t be able to do anything. If she could, then she would have convinced her son to marry me instead. I have to do something to win his love. I can’t lose my alpha. He is mine, and mine only. Even if he gets married to another woman, I will make him want me so badly that he will always want to be with me, forgetting about his mate. Whatever bond my mates share, I will destroy that bond.

A video opens. Aria watches his expression change before she sees anything. His jaw hardens. His shoulders go rigid. A muscle in his cheek pulses once. Then he turns the screen slightly so Aria can see too. It’s Matteo. Bloody, exhausted, breathing hard. Inside a dim warehouse. Looking straight into the camera. His voice is hoarse, but deliberate. “You think this is over?” Matteo spits. “You think you won?” He laughs—unhinged, bitter.

It was even worse that, whenever the other maids finished using a plate, they would drop it for Liz and take a new one to use. "Wash those plates very well, or you won't be getting any food again tonight." She said, screaming at Liz. Liz got so scared that one of the plates fell from her hand and broke. You! How dare you break a plate?! Helen asked furiously. she turned to another maid and said. "Get me a rod." I'll make sure you suffer for what you've done." She said turning to Liz. "Please, forgive me. I've made a terrible mistake." Liz begged, tears falling from her eyes.

His eyes, usually so expressive in private, were deliberately empty as he recited the traditional promises with mechanical precision. "I, Alexander, take you, Isabella, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Not a single muscle in his face betrayed emotion. His words were perfect, his delivery flawless, and entirely devoid of feeling. Each syllable struck Isabella like a physical blow. This was Alexander as the world knew him—The Executioner, cold and calculating, who viewed their marriage as nothing more than the final move in his years-long chess game against he

"Not much money. Not much influence. And a face plain enough to disappear in a crowd.” Hurt flooded through me so fast I could barely breathe. I didn't know hearing these cruel words from my fated mate could feel like being cut open from the inside. My palms were slick with sweat. I took a breath. "But the Moon Goddess — " "Stop." His tone changed. It was something real and much colder. "You don't get to mention her." Each word was slow. Deliberate. "You're nothing but an idiot who would reject the one and only fated mate."

I don't even try to hide the sadness in my voice. "What the fuck. That is the dumbest reason to reject your mate. Mates are precious gifts that no one should just throw away for a reason that ridiculous." He's pissed. He has his mate and knows how amazing it is to have one so to him throwing a mate a way is a personal insult. "Who is your mate?" I think he's just asking out of curiosity, but there's still clear anger in his eyes even if he has softened his voice.