Novel & Cerita S Mate Manhwa

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

"My mate..." . . .

"I don’t want to lose my powers because he left." "Who said you will lose your powers?" "I will because I’m eighteen and I’m rejected," I replied, the reality of my situation crashing down on me. "Well, what do you say I will be your mate?" he suggested, his voice steady and sincere. I looked at him in shock and confusion. I was about to speak when he interjected, "I overheard you talking, and I just couldn’t let you get your life ruined because of a bastard who decided to be a cheat. So what do you say? You and I become mates?"

(Author's Note) Hi guyyys, so I wanted to share some quick info about Book 2 of My Human Mate (You Are Mine, Alpha). In Book 2, we have two female leads, Cara and Sophie. I believe Laurent and Sophie need a story, and Cara's story is far from over so why not merge it all into one?

“You never really explained what a mate is and why you called me such.” He acknowledges it with a nod as he beckons me to sit with him in the living room. “I had to claim you as my mate so they would leave and as you can see, it worked. I don’t even know how my mom could think Ms. Westley is anywhere near my type. That woman is as cold and hard as the diamonds she’s obsessed with.” He shakes his head, clearly irritated. “You have to understand, Hiraya, that to my… people… a mate is exactly what it means. A companion, a partner… but so much more than that, with a vastly deeper connection. When we find our mates, it is understood as a sacred bond and it will be for life. It’s what most people

He hugs me, but I push him away. “She doesn’t like you anymore,” a handsome red-haired man says this time. He’s smaller than the first one but still exudes strength. “Kaiya, you remember me, right? I am your mate.” They wait for me to speak and so I ask, “I am Kaiya?” “Yes, your name is Kaiya,” a woman informs. “The guy with the purplish hair is your lover. The guy with red hair is your mate.” “How does that work? A mate and a lover?”

Zane stepped forward until he was infront of me, and before I could ask again, he bent one knee and sank down. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked sharply. His grin was gone. He looked… earnest. I hated it. “I want to ask you something,” he said. “I’m not good at subtle, so I’ll just say it. Be my mate.” The world tilted under me. Mate? Mate??! Not just… dating. Not partners. A mate. Mates are for supposedly for life. Mates are… everything. I stared down at him, words catching in my throat. “Zane—what?”

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

Matt looked at me in panic as his mate glared daggers at me. "Hold her stupid," Layla said to him, and his eyes got wide "o come on, she is your mate, for damn sake," she shouted at him in irritation. Matt slowly put his hand on hers, and the mate bond started its magical effect instantly. Mia turned towards him and hugged him tightly, and breathed his scent. I tried to stop myself from laughing, but as soon as Layla started laughing, I broke and joined her.

Sia's POV We lay next to each other. Totally spent from the long night. I feel the blood rushing inside my body with renewed excitement. Never even in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would be in a relationship. Now I have Brian and I am his mate. This is so much more than just being his girlfriend, so much more than being his wife. I am his mate for life and nothing can separate us except death. I run my fingers across his chest. His chest is moving up and down with every breath he takes. He looks so handsome when he is sleeping, so peaceful, like a baby. His mop of black hair spread all around his head. It was a long night and too many things had happened> Of course he needed th