Saving His Feral Mate Novels & Stories

Mate? Mate. I had dreamed of this moment. Every wolf did. But in my case, it had always felt impossible—like a cruel joke played by fate. I wasn’t supposed to have a mate. Not someone like him. Not someone so… powerful. “You’re wrong,” I blurted, shaking my head. “I don’t even have a wolf. I—I can’t be—” “You are.” His voice was firm, absolute. “You may not have shifted, but that doesn’t change what you are to me.”

The man's loud screams faded into the background as Ethan turned back to me, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement. And just like that, I'm just back into the violent savagery that is my mate's life.

You can't let him grab us! I couldn't get steady enough on my paws again to run. Hopelessness filled me as he crept closer. My trauma from this once a man, froze me into place. I did the only thing I could do; I called for help. Me: SAVE ME! The howl coming from the Alpha, my mate, sent chills through my spine. His fury filled with his own fear for my life flooded into my soul. Connor: I'm almost there! "You think your lousy mate will be here in time?" He snarled, lunging for me.

My Alpha mate Ryan’s assistant Scarlett got silver poisoning while trying to save Ryan. Because of the silver poisoning, she would need to mate with an Alpha every full moon to survive. Out of gratitude, Ryan fucked her every full moon and my wolf would suffer greatly from the perceived betrayal of my mate. Scarlett had five miscarriages in three years. Until this time, after he disappeared with Scarlett for three months, Ryan came back and begged. "Evelyn, if she miscarries again, she'll die! I... I can't let my savior perish!"

I turned to him, my lips slightly parted, as breathing through my nostrils was hardly enough for me anymore. His eyes met mine for one brief moment. Something unreadable passed across his face, leaving me with more puzzles to decipher. Then he turned to the maids. “Prepare her for the ritual. Don’t keep my father waiting.” “What is the mating ritual?” The words came out smaller than I intended. “The mating ritual is… a claiming. In front of the pack. It binds you to me. To them. Makes you mine in every single way.” “And if I refuse?” His expression hardened. “You can’t.”

“oh sorry, we were just discussing among ourselves the possibility that Mali did the forced bond between you and Adriel but did not let him mark her, well I suppose that would be the most logical thing to do considering he was your supposed mate all these years, and now that it’s gone his Lycan has realized it’s been mated but not marked and claimed and thus went feral, or is on his way to be feral” “So what do we do? How do we save him?” They all look at me with a knowing look “he needs his mate your majesty, he needs to be marked and to mark his mate, it is the only way to save him, he recognizes you because physically you’re all he’s known but if he sees Mali he will know that she is his

If he is starting to go feral then whoever his mate is, he'll need to mark soon, or he will lose himself and his beast will take over. My brain was going a million miles an hour. I had to get back to Veiled Valley as quickly as possible. I needed to speak with the king. I leaned up and spoke to the driver. "Put some lead on it. I need to speak to the king urgently," I said, sitting back. If there are two women in his home while he isn't there and there is one distinct scent on him, not two, and he is acting like he is going feral, I can only come to the conclusion that Damon has found a mate. Not just a mate but a fated mate. Damn it! damn it! damn it! I can't give my crown away to some bimb

He pressed his lips into hers again while gently sinking himself into her insides. “I have something to tell you,” she said in a rush. “Not right now, baby” “It's important” She felt him settle in. There was a soft push. She panicked. If she didn't say it now, she didn't know when. “Lucian is my mate,” she blurted. His body stilled. She watched his face for a reaction. His expression was cold. It wasn't good at all. Her heart jammed against her chest. His eyes were narrowed and roaming their rims, searching. “What did you just say to me?”

“You knew what he did and yet you’re going to turn in my fated mate for killing the man who stole me?” The guy who had spoken up before, stating he got the healing balm, looks up at me sheepishly. “Well, he is feral. You saw what he did to Micah and he couldn’t stay here as our alpha. I’m sorry that he’s your mate and all, but the law is the law. We have to follow the rules or we get into trouble.”

The others drew back, startled at the sight of the big wolf that had just sprung out of the woods. "The alpha wolf" Adolphus muttered as he took a step back as the wolf snarled aggressively at him. The man would recognize this wolf anywhere. No other wolf was as black, as huge and as terrifying as the alpha wolf. The alpha wolf turned to look at Ivy's wound. It was already healing and so it looked deep into her eyes. Staring at it too, Ivy recognized it. It was Calvin. It was the alpha wolf. Her mate. And her heart swelled with emotions, knowing that he had come to save her.