Spoiled By My Nine Beast Mates Novels & Stories

Jane looked at me with a question in her eyes and waited for me to continue. “Beatrice is my mate. In the olden days we used to call it Our Beloved. Our one true love. Our kind are lucky enough to have this one positive thing in our lives but most of us will never find their mate. Our mates are our perfect counterpart. For us, other than feeding, the single greatest need is to find our mate. The mate bond is irresistible and lasts for a lifetime. Our emotions are heightened and we are a possessive, jealous and aggressive kind. Pair that with finding the most invaluable treasure there is. It's extremely difficult to be parted from Our Beloved once we find them. We easily kill for them. Tris i

When we came to a stop in front of them, both my mates folded me in their arms, squishing me between them. “These are our friends, Alpha Damien and his Luna Trista, from Forest Trails pack. This is my best friend and Beta Female Sarah, her mate and our Beta, Zayne, and their other mate Finnick. He is currently the Beta of Crimson Moon but we’re hoping to steal him away very soon!” Kat made introductions and we all greeted one another. “So you are all mates with each other?” Trista asked curiously. “Tris!” Damien scolded her for her bluntness but the way he was smiling at her, I’m sure she didn’t feel chastised.

“You… you're saying that we're—” Aiden nodded, the weight of the word settling over him as well. “Yes, you are my mate, Lucy.” he took a deep breath. “I know it sounds strange. Unbelievable, even to me. But I felt it the moment I saw you.” A smile curled around his lips. “And I know you felt it too… it was the reason you stained my slacks… you were lost because of me… I noticed it.” He nodded again, taking a look at his slacks.

He sneered at the scent of sex and sweat coming from his buddy’s body, Alaric. “Hey, Beasty!!” Alaric said, climbing up on the tree and sitting behind him. “It’s Beast.” He corrected Alaric. “A beast who killed his own mother.” He said coldly and had a blurred memory of a dead woman holding him in her arms. Alaric quickly changed the topic when he sensed his friend’s mood started changing. “Liam found his mate today, and after fucking her, he gave her to all of us,” Alaric said in excitement. “And guess what? She is amazing. Even you should go and try her.”

Azazel chuckled, bringing his right hand to my chin and forcing me to look him in his eyes. "Really? How many times do I have to explain this, Aria?" He chuckled yet again, the amusement in those black eyes of his intensifying. "We are mates. And you're lucky enough to have not one, not two but FIVE mates. Do you see me getting jealous when you frolic with Sylvain or Orion?" My face heated up and I was sure I was redder than a tomato right now. So I was right with my hypothesis... I had five mates. Meaning there were two more out there mated to my Mystik and Rogue wolves respectively.

It was longing and desire. Two of them were my mates and they both liked me. It made me wonder about many things. If they were both aware of the fact that I was mated to two of them. I remembered a certain girl that had two mates back at servant quarters at Westwood. The two mates both wanted her, and neither of them agreed to reject the mate bond for her to be with one. It was exhausting for her and tired her out. I had also seen someone comfortably accept the mate bonds from two different people. The thought of it scared me. My wolf’s sheer excitement didn't help matters.

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

I still didn’t meet her eyes. I shook my head. “No, not that way. Jax is real, his existence is real. If you are a werewolf you would have felt him. You can see him too if you want.” I took a step closer to her when I saw that she had calmed down a bit. “...and you are my mate,” I added. “What is mate? How am I your mate? Mate as in animal?” A puzzled frown plastered on her face. “You are the mate of a werewolf, my soulmate Aria. Every wolf has a soulmate when they are at a certain age. You are my mate.”

Then, with no time to waste, we broke into the area where Savannah had locked up her mate and freed him. I froze at the sight of Savannah’s fated mate. He had been confined for so long that the years of neglect were written all over him. Once, I imagined, he might have been a proud, fierce wolf with eyes that burned with untamed fire. Now, his fur was matted and patchy, the natural luster dulled by grime and the scars of brutal confinement. A long, jagged scar marred his side—a brutal reminder of the cruelty he’d endured.

My heart hammered in my chest painfully as tears began to stream down my face immediately. I hated this. I hated that I was in this situation, and worst of all, I hated that that arrogant prick was my mate. Obviously, he was doing all of these to spite me. He probably felt the mate bond and was disgusted by it, he was irritated because I am a human girl and that is why he decided to punish me this way. I couldn’t stop crying and the soldier, the one who held me, didn't stop dragging me toward the room despite my reluctance.