Ruthless Mate Novels & Stories

Alex was the first to say, "the girl is mine. She is my mate and I've already claimed her." "Wrong" Evans replied, "she is my mate and neither of you stands a chance against me." Matt yelled, "fuck off you two. No one is going to keep me away from my mate." I couldn't understand what was going on. Were they about to fight over me, the supposed monster who had just gotten dumped? What did they all mean by 'I was their mate'? And why the fuck will the three most wealthy and sought-after bachelors want to be with a nobody like me?

“Wow! We never had anything like that in our old pack.” “Don’t get too excited, Ruth,” I shook my head. “It’s just some shit that they made up so they could hook up with anyone they wanted to without facing any serious consequences. Well...that’s before they meet their mates.” “Well, that’s fucked up.” Ruth shook her head. “What if your mate’s a virgin who’s been saving herself only for their mate?” I gave her a deadpan look to which Ruth burst out laughing. “Yeah, right!” She sniggered. “I forgot that for that you’d have to be younger than sixteen.”

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

She bit hard, her mouth filling with his blood, the thick metallic salt of it trailing over her tongue into her throat, and her over-full belly. He grunted a smothered curse and then exhaled. “I Rhett Salem take you, Aislen Carter, as my mate, as I have wanted to for five fucking long years. It feels like such a long hard fight, but it was worth it. You are worth it. You complete us. We get along without you, but you’re the link that completes our design, that makes us art. We are not… We’re just not beautiful without you,” his smile was in his voice. “There, that’s how it’s done.”

The nouns floating weightlessly in the space, sharp and heavy as a scalpel. Aurora’s brows furrowed. "Mate with my mate? I have no mate," she declared stiffly as she got to her feet. Her gaze was steady, yet her heart drummed in her chest. "You’re mistaken, witch. If you’re talking about Sage, he’s not my mate. He’s just—"

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

“My rut is dangerous. I can’t hurt you. You’re my mate, my everything.” Selena’s heart ached at his words. She leaned closer, her body pressing firmly against his, her hands trailing up to the mark on his neck. Her fingertips circled it with gentle, teasing strokes, her lips parting as innocent yet provocative words spilled out. “I can take it, Alpha. I’m your mate, your Omega. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

They despised each other. "Is something disturbing you, Ara?" Matt asked, his eyebrows pulled together as a frown appeared on his forehead. I shook my head. "What are my brothers up to?" I asked. Matt snorted. "Nothing, just the usual stuff." He said. They shared all the details with them. My phone pinged again. I clicked to open the new notification. There was a beautiful Russian woman standing next to him. His hand was wrapped around the glass of whisky. It was a simple photo, still I disliked him being in the same frame with another woman. I felt unsettled. I shoved my phone in my backpack in frustration and glanced out. I couldn't erase the memories of him.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

“You have bound yourself to her fate.” I met his gaze without flinching. “Then you will face me to reach her.” Miles away, Sofia pressed a trembling hand to her chest, silver light bleeding through her fingers as the bond burned bright and true. The mate-bond had formed. And the Council had just witnessed the birth of something they could no longer control.