Spoiled By My Nine Beast Mates Novels & Stories

I always ended up as the one whose heart was broken. I was told when I was still a pup that finding my mate would be the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was told that my mate will always protect me with his life. I was told that my mate would love me. I had watched the way my father treats my mother and the way people handle their mates. I had admired it and concluded that everyone would accept their mate but I guess I was an exception. It was the opposite of everything that I was told. Finding my mate was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. He never protected me nor did he love me. He despises me and will do anything to get rid of me. To him, I was just someone sent to

inched closer to her through the crowd, her scent growing stronger. My wolf was screaming inside me, his growl rebounding through my head. He was only repeating one word, ‘Mate.’ But that couldn’t be right. I didn’t even know her. Wasn’t I supposed to be mated to someone my family knows?? Dad always told us that 99% of the time we are mated to someone within our own pack or to someone that our family adds pack knows. But Dad’s lied a lot over the years, so I should have figured he lied about other things as well. As I get closer, I hear the girls making fun of my mate about her clothing choice, saying that she looks like a freak in her black chunky ankle boots, fishnets, pleated black skirt

the sarcasm laced in his voice seeped into me like a slow, deadly poison. Suddenly, his cold hand gripped my chin and made me look up at him. The way his eyes oozed hatred and malice, crushed my insides, “Let me be clear. I don’t do ‘mates’, choco pie. What I do is torture people until their souls cry for death. You are nothing to me more than a fucking trophy to earn and now that I know I am your mate, the process to get you kneeling for me only got easier.”

My mates lined up in front of me and bowed. "Always ready for a good fight," I said, smirking proudly as I gave my sweet mates a look. They have given me so much love in the past few years that I forgot about the loneliness I once felt. Life was finally how I had imagined it, just like a fairy tale. My mother’s, father’s, and Ron’s graves were beautifully decorated now. Many pack members came by to pay their respects every once in a while. I went every month. I was no longer upset with anyone, my fate, or the moon goddess. I was finally happy to say I had my happy ending, as long as I had my mates. The End..

“This isn’t just about you anymore! The beast is unstable. If you stay, you could get hurt!” “No! I won’t leave him!” I shouted back. The thought of turning my back on my mate felt like a betrayal, a betrayal I wasn’t willing to commit. “He needs me! He's my mate!” Damon’s expression changed the moment I mentioned the word, “mate”, but it was only for a while. “Catherine, listen to me! I know you care about the beast, but right now, he’s a danger to everyone, including you. I have to contain it before it gets out of control!”

he chuckled, showing his good nature. Camden released her grip on Matt's hand and cautiously stepped forward, attempting to alleviate the tension with some civility. "I'm Camden," she introduced herself, extending her hand to shake Angus's. Then she gestured to Clayton and Matt respectively. "This is my mate, Clayton, and this is my mate, Matt," she said with a small smile. "Two mates, eh?! Aren't ye a lucky lass!" Angus boomed with a hearty laugh. "Lucky is not the word I would use, hence the Unbonding Ritual," Camden replied with a small shrug and a sigh. "I hope the Goddess sees fit to grant me two mates. Two gorgeous lassies to warm ma bed at night," Angus mused, smiling to himself as if

Mate can wait. We had just reached the cabin after the celebration back home. Thankfully, my mate was not in the pack. I want a mate, no doubt in that, but it just gets a bit messy. I see my pack members with their mates they love them endless, ready to even die and kill for their mates. They turn into soft love sick puppy and me...I don't need all this as of now. It was just four of us. Me, my soon-to-be beta Dylan, my gamma, Hunter and my head warrior, Wayne. We are thick of friends, all still without mates.

But my mind was stuck on one thing – I wasn't going to be some pawn in their werewolf game. "This is insane!" I shouted, tears welling up in my eyes. "I didn't ask for any of this!" Just as I was about to storm out, Trix grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. "You can't run from this, Dixie," he growled. "And besides…" He hesitated for a moment, his eyes blazing with an emotion I couldn't define. "We're mates." Mates? What in the world did that even mean? Before I could ask, Grandma intervened, putting a gentle hand on Trix’

The room, now a cozy haven, seemed to cradle them in its warmth, a silent witness to their bond. As Avery drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of her mates, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the moments of peace and camaraderie they had shared. The soft murmur of their breathing, the occasional rustle of fabric, all were a lullaby of safety and trust. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew they would face them together, stronger than ever. And in that moment, she felt truly blessed to have found her place among them, knowing that with her mates by her side, she could conquer anything that came their way.

Dynaris's heart melted at the thoughtful gesture. Finally, Jasper, the leader, smiled at her, his eyes filled with warmth and love. "We're glad you're home," he said, his voice filled with emotion. Dynaris felt a sense of belonging, knowing that she was loved and cherished by all four of her mates. As they sat down to eat, Dynaris couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of her mates. She knew that she had found her true home and that she would never be alone again.