Sadistic Mates Novels & Stories

Had he not birthed a far more beautiful son, who has occupied my mind. I swallowed hard, feeling my back hot the wall. There was no place to hide, and I turned to him, my chest heaving. He slowly lowered himself to me, his hand dabbing onto the wall, blocking my path. "What...." "The only thing our wolves like...are our mates. We are needy for them, soft for them. One little tear on those cheeks..." He smiled, tracing a finger on my cheeks. "You...you want me to beg Keanne to sign those papers?"

I got up from where I sat and rounded the table to go over to where he stood nonchalantly. "What did she ever do to you anyway?" The man asked. I gave him a quick lookover. Maybe I could use his weakness against him. His mate had died when she was giving birth to their pups about four years ago. While the babies, a boy and a girl, filled the vacuum of loneliness in his life, they couldn't make up for the loss of his mate in his heart. I stepped away and closed my eyes. By the time I opened them, my eyes were purple and the air was no longer usual. I conjured up the image of his dead mate as best as I remembered her look. The moment the image became a human, the man flew forward.

Magnus asks as I gulp down the water. “It’s called a bonding link,” the woman sitting on the ground says. She’s wearing a short skirt and a band of dark cloth covering her breasts. Looking up at me, she has the same white eyes that our seer has. “You experienced a moment with your mate.” “They’re mates?” Bryndis asked. “No,” the seer shakes her head as she tore a leaf and dropped it into the water in front of her. “They share a mate. They have met her yet have not found her. Meeting her only through a link that none of them can control.”

“After all these years, after everything we have been through.” “There is no everything, Lisa,” I cut in, the finality in my tone making her flinch. “There is friendship. That is all. It has always been only friendship.” “But” “No.” I stepped forward and she retreated. “The she wolf you smell is my mate.” The word lingered in the hall like a shockwave. Lisa’s face went blank. The guards were not even pretending anymore. “Your mate?” she whispered. All the fight drained out of her, replaced by something close to horror.

Seeing that I wasn’t even sparing her naked body a glance, she quickly lifted her dress, throwing it over herself. Good. I dipped my hands into my pockets, running my eyes over her but making my intentions very clear—Not out of interest but disgust. I wanted her to question herself and maybe even tell my mother she wasn’t interested in being with me. But who was I kidding? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I quickly reminded myself about reality. That would certainly not be happening. It wasn’t about love but the position of being my mate was far too beneficial for her to let go.

He says quietly and I shake my head. "I don't need anyone to make me happy. And I don't need the stress of loving someone, only for them to be stolen from me by a monster. Either killed or worse, claimed as a mate by some female who thinks she can take him against his will just because he smells good." The thought makes me sick. Who knows if that whole mate bull shit is even real. They could just think a human is attractive and use that as an excuse to kidnap them and keep them hostage.

He acted as if she solely belonged to him, but we both somehow knew it's just a result of our frustration, we were tired of finding our beloved mate. "She could be ours!" He argued back. He was so full of hopes yet I didn't count on any. The hope only kills a person more than soothing him if proved wrong. Moreover, an alpha like me could not exercise leniency in terms of calling any impuissant girl my mate.

"I'm not sure. I didn't know her that well. For all her talk about hating aliens, she kept a lot to herself. I think she only showed up to the teas because her husband made her." "Does that type of thing happen a lot?" "What, you mean the killing thing?" "That and the fact that some of the chosen mates aren't happy." "The murder-suicide cases are few from what I understand. Unhappy mates aren't too common, but they do exist. I do know, in some cases, that it takes a bit longer for them to adapt and accept their situation before they find happiness. Sometimes the birth of the first child is the catalyst." "There's got to be something better we can do. I mean, I know this whole scenario is kin

I rather be mateless than be the laughing stock of the school. MATE !MATE !MATE! Gray shouted but I locked him out and looked at Bennett, and said "I would rather be mateless then be mates with a nerd like you" then walked away and back to where my parents. As I reached the stadium my mom did the unthinkable. She slapped me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she glared at me

“A mate is… the other half of your soul. And not in a metaphorical way. Those bonds are among the most respected among shifters. They become a part of each other, they can sense each other's feelings, and if one dies, it's not uncommon for the other to soon go with them.” “I don't get how that works. My wolf wants…” a red blush flushed down her neck, “both of you. That's not a relationship, that's a threesome.” I let out a strained laugh. The thought of sharing her with Barric sends blood rushing south, surprising me. I’m not finicky about sharing. Most male inmates aren't, but I never envisioned being as tolerant about my mate. Barric subtly readjusts himself. “It's a band,” I say before my