Ship Shipmate Self Novels & Stories

Her mother would literally eat her own head if I had anything to do with her son. "Oh c'mon," she sighed. "I've thought about it. You understand him so well. I would ship you two together." She winked. Did she know? I wandered over and over again. "We're friends," I told her. "I'd support him any day. We don't have to be together." Bold words but they left a mess inside of me. "Speaking of together, shouldn't you be with Josh right now?" I wondered. "You're both Betas of the pack."

His eyes flew open and I wished I could see his obsidian eyes filled with shock. “Oh, fuck,” Shane moaned. I pulled out and looked up at him. I was floored by the look on his face. A smirk pulled at his lips, Shane stared down at me with… contentment and I felt giddy as I bit down on my lip. “I, Adea Biscoff of the Half Moon pack, take you, Shane as my chosen mate,” I said. “And I, Shane, heir to the Half Moon pack, take you, Adea Biscoff, as my mate,” he breathed. Tears welled in my eyes, tears of happiness fell from my cheeks as I looked up into the eyes of the man who felt like home.

Jasper’s Beta Lance joins them. “What’s the joke?” Lance asks. “Seb Timberman and Tempe Biczi as mates,” Jasper laughs. “Heard my name,” Sebastian joins them, standing next to Tempe, but not touching her. Both Jasper and Lance look between them before they both narrow their eyes. Temperance closes her eyes and breathes deep, “We are still working through things. We are early mates, not the full-on gross ones yet.” “Oh, yeah, totally,” Lance nods, still eyeing Sebastian with a furrowed brow.

He cleared his throat, "I'm just gonna go get you some food. Do you need anything?" He was close to the door when I suddenly blurted out. "I was rejected by my first mate," my confession had him stop on his tracks. "He bullied me along with his friends, led me on for months, making me look like a joke as I tried my best to be deserving to be his mate." He didn't say anything. His grip on the doorknob tightened but his back still faced me. I sniffled and wiped my tears and took a deep breath before continuing.

He had searched tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned, but the ocean yielded no clues to her whereabouts. Every night, Eric would stand at the helm of the ship, staring out at the endless expanse of the sea, haunted by memories of their shared adventures. He would replay their conversations, the laughter they had shared, and the moments of vulnerability they had both revealed to each other. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave as he realized how deeply he had underestimated the danger his crew was in.

I deleted the picture immediately. “They're on Aquamarine!." Kylee typed. “Fuck, you sponsored the building of that ship!." Kylee texted. I shut my eyes and swept my fingers through my hair, I felt overwhelmed suddenly. Then the sting of the tears in my eyes brought me back to reality again. Talia has ruined my life. “I got notified that the ship is making a seven days cruise." I typed. I wanted Cristela and I to go on the cruise together but we were so occupied that it slipped my mind.

The touch sends another calming wave through me, the feeling slathering my nerves with a cool, tender balm. “That young man, Jameson Moore, is wrong about the mate bond,” she says. “The mate bond is not a chain that ties you to someone. Instead, think of it as a light, a beam that can guide you. It shows you the path you need to take in order to the person you are supposed to love.”

Somewhere I could rest. Somewhere I belonged. The mate bond pulsed one final time—warm, certain, complete.

He couldn't go home with a human, that's impossible. "A mate.." Stephanie's voice trailed. "A mate is your other half Ryan, someone who was destined to assist you in conquering your challenges, someone you would love unconditionally, someone you would not like to see in the littlest pain, someone whose smile is enough to keep you living, someone your heart keeps beating for. A mate in human term is your soulmate, someone who gets you and understands you, someone you'll form an extraordinary bond with"

The crew erupted into laughter, but the underlying tension settled between the three of them, an electric pulse that reverberated through the air. As Amelia surveyed her crew, she felt pride swell within her, blooming like a wildflower against the backdrop of the deepening sky. Together, they had faced a storm—both against the enemy and within themselves—and emerged stronger than before. They worked as a family, laughter mingling with the creaking timbers of the ship, their vibrant banter a testament to their resilience.