Novel & Cerita Sorry, I'm Mated To The Commander

"The alpha is mating her off to Roman, Alpha Connor's son." I gasped, not believing my ears. He can't possibly think of doing such a thing? "When?" Was the only thing I could get out. The commander looked up at me with a mist to his eyes. "A few days after the ball. They'll be introducing her as his mate there."

Upon seeing this, the two guards slowed down, taking small, cautious steps. “The Moon Goddess has chosen, and I will honor her will. I do not care for her position or the origin of her birth. She is my mate.” Marcus spoke with the tone of someone whose mind was made up and could not be changed. “You are an heir to a great pack. You need a suitable luna at your side. You have a great responsibility to your people. Do not let personal emotions cloud your judgment.” Alpha Damarus tried to reason again, his voice pointed, implying something I could not quite pick out.

He was so fast I could not even run past the guards before he caught up to me. " You filthy bitch." He said, jerking my hands. " Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice echoed through the hall catching the attention of people around us. It was just like a cinema. As soon as we got to the great altar, he made the statement. " I, Jayden Morningstar, Alpha of Silver Stone pack, reject Elena Nightingale as my Mate!" His words cut through me like a blade. And at that moment, I felt a sharp energy slowly seeping out of my body. My chest tightened, air escaping through my lungs. And for a moment I forgot how to breathe. I stared as a small smirk appeared across his lips.

Not now. “I realized Alpha Levi was the better match for me.” “Overnight?” Father leveled me with a scrutinizing gaze. “Yes. Levi and I are mates, so that proves it.” “Aside from that?” I hadn't thought that deeply. “So you do want to marry him? You are sure that he is the best for you?” I bit down on my lower lip. Was I?

“The other side, the Crystal Moon pack? Aren't you from Celeste pack? Who do you seek over there?” “You ask too many questions. You still haven't told me who you are” I replied. He smirked then laughed out. “I admire your boldness but it is only going to land you in trouble. Is this how every of your pack ladies talk cause I just might see the source of Athena's sudden sharp mouth?” “Athena? You know Athena?” “Yes, she is my mate,” He said confidently. Mate? I don't remember Athena having a mate. Even Tristan rejected her as a mate so when and how did she get mated to this stranger?

What did you expect from the heir of the swordsmen? Kyle roared and swung again, his labrys slicing through the air with deadly strength. Darren twisted away, his movements graceful yet sharp, like he had been born to defy death. I could see the sweat on Kyle’s brow, the frustration building in his eyes as Darren evaded strike after strike. ‘Too bad he isn’t your mate,’ Cordia said mockingly. My chest tightened. ‘Do you really believe I was meant to have a mate?’ ‘Stop denying it, Clary. Your mate is right there, sitting with Andrea, but he isn’t hers. He’s yours!’

My wolf’s aura rushes out of me defensively, and she takes a step back. I got up and stood so we were mere inches apart. “I’m mated Slut, and it’s Alpha for you” “Well” She bites her lips seductively and walks away whilst saying. “Guess I can’t help you then“ Images of that man flash in my mind, of she’s cheating with that Pathetic soldier boy, then might as well do the same with this Slut. “Wait!”

"Commander." "Hmm?" I moaned softly when he hit the right spot as I tried to keep on focusing on what I wanted to ask from him. "How do you two feel when you learn that you are mated to one woman?" I turned my head when he stopped massaging me. Theodore's handsome face was a blessing from my mother, and he could use that to make other women fall in love with him. But one thing I could say was I was blessed to have him as my mate, and so was Thaddeus.

The King's mate, covered in dirt and sweat, bleeding from her hands, demanding combat training from a man who could snap her in half. "What's your name?" I asked. "Theron," he said. "Commander of the eastern patrol." "Well, Theron, Commander of the eastern patrol..." I planted my sword in the dirt and looked at him with every ounce of authority I could muster. "...I'm the King's bonded mate. And right now, every person in this Kingdom thinks I'm a liability. A fragile little werewolf who needs to be locked in a room for her own protection." I pulled the sword back out of the dirt.

She shouldn’t have to decide which one is more genuine, and I shouldn’t have to fight my own bloody brother over it too. But if I had to. I would. And I’m not ashamed to admit that. I drag a hand over my face, trying to calm myself. I glance at the last chair with a mark that’s still visible. Claw. The symbol of a claw print stares at me. I turn to the compass. According to the research I’ve done so far, someone having two mates has never happened before. I call bullshit on that. We’ve existed as a species for over a thousand years and something like this really hasn’t happened before?