Saving His Feral Mate Novels & Stories

I didn't want the others to know what was going on with me so I had to up my pain management spell because my pain would increase from the loss of my fated mate. Unless the moon goddess gave us a second mate, Supremes don't get a second chance fated mate, that is why we mate for life. However, I was going to fight going feral again because if I do, I will request to be put down for good, I am no good to my brothers if I am not stable. I dropped Issy home and she invited me to go to the club with her one of these days but I was too busy to do it, plus, we had separate lives now. I watched her go into the house and I listened to make sure no one was inside or around before I left. I went for a

I yelled at him. "Because, she seem nice and doesn't deserve this ill-treatment from you." Justin said raising his voice at me. "Fine, I need to know more about her." I said shortly. "What? I don't understand you at all. Please explain better." Justin commanded. "She is my mate. I need her to change my mistake on becoming a vegetarian." I said as I looked at the expression on his face change. "Wow! You finally found your mate. I am so happy for you. But why are you treating her like that, you know if she dies you also die." Justin said.

I couldn't afford to lose one more important person in my life. "Let's change the topic." Laria said and sat properly on her chair but her face was facing me. "Do you know a thing called 'mate'?" Curiosity was visible in her voice. "Do you also have something like that where you came from?" I wanted to laugh. Nobody knows my real identity. I almost forgot that they didn't consider me just like them because of my scent. Mate. I knew about that. Other term for that is 'soulmate'. It was the destined one for a wolf given by the Moon Goddess.

Our eyes met, and in that moment, he knew his fate was sealed. I bared my fangs at him and lunged. In an instant, I was before him. Ethan collapsed to his knees, horror distorting his handsome features as he begged for mercy. "Emma, no, please, Alpha, spare me... I'm your mate!" I savored his tear-streaked face for a moment, then pinned him to the ground with my paw. My teeth pressed against his neck, and he shook uncontrollably beneath me. Ethan shook his head desperately, his eyes pleading. "At least spare my life because I'm your fated mate..."

he murmured, voice low and hoarse. I pressed my forehead against his, cupping his face with trembling hands. “Mason,” I whispered, lips brushing his. “I am ours. I surrender to you. My mate…” There... It came out of my mouth. I fucking said it! The whole me, every fiber of my being, accepts him as my mate!

Carl and Emma, her mother and father, were holding each other. Several of the pack had gathered to see what was going on. “I love him,” she said, speaking to her family. “I don’t want anything to happen to him. If you can’t stand us being in the pack together, we’ll leave and never come back.” She held Zion’s hand a little tighter. The last thing she wanted to do was leave, but she wouldn’t be taken from Zion. “Is this what you want? He mated you.” “What does it matter, Mom? I’m his mate anyway. We’re a fated pair.” She smiled at Zion. “He saved me.”

I sat up suddenly, and when I spoke again, my voice trembled, “Wait, don't tell me you've found her.” A second of silence passed, “I'm sorry, Levi.” “Fuck you.” I slumped back against my chair, that sense of disappointment settling on my body like a second skin. Was I ever going to find her? I knew she was alive through the mate bond, but was she fine? How has she lived all these years? Does she hate me? Of course, she hates you. “I got a report of a security breach near the rogue territory at Blackfang. I was wondering if you'd like to check it out.”

“Feral? But he’e very soft and calm around me.” Now I give her a full blown green, ignoring the tiny ache in my chest. “What’s his name?” Liora gives me a sheepish smile. “I don't know.” I stare. “What do you mean you don't know?” She pouts. “He’s feral, okay? His speech isn't that great yet.” What I'm thinking must have shown on my face because she adds, “He has never hurt me ever. He recognizes me as his mate.”

If he had come sooner, would my body still be this broken? The doctors arrived quickly. They took one look at me, and not a single one would speak. They just shook their heads. Owen waved them away. After that, he didn't leave the room. Not for days, not for weeks. He stayed beside me, pouring his healing ability into my body to keep me alive. Under normal circumstances, a werewolf's healing ability only worked on themselves. The sole exception was between bonded mates, who could heal each other. Owen marked me during those quiet days of recovery. That was how he was keeping me alive.

He hesitated, and I knew he was weighing how badly he wanted to violate me versus the chance to take possession of Muriel, but ultimately he leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Behave, and I’ll spare Gavin’s life. Understand?” Was this the only way I could protect my mate? I whimpered and nodded.