Submitting To My Mate 소설 & 이야기

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

“Something about a mate being near helps. They don’t know how or why, just that a mate does. I never wanted my sister to have a mate because I never wanted to think of her with another person in that way, but right now I wish she did so she would heal faster, and stop being in pain. I wish she did so they could protect her, and show her the love she has always been missing.” “Fuuuuuck!” “What?” Shit! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. This is about to get ugly, quick, and it was my own damn fault. I knew there was a good chance my best friend was about to throw a fist at me, or maybe beat the shit out if me, but I would take it because. Well because I deserve it. How the hell do I tell him

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

Levrae I had too much to drink. Not enough to embarrass myself in front of everyone, just enough to make the world feel softer around the edges. Enough to laugh a little too loud at things that weren't even funny. Enough to forget, just for a moment, that I was eighteen years old and already being passed around like a business arrangement. Today was meant to be the day I'll get to meet my mate. The mate I've been waiting and passively preparing for all my life.

'Moon goddess sure knows how to mess with someone. Kai's casual posture stiffened, his drink forgotten as he processed the words. His eyes widened, shock rippling across his face. 'What do you mean? Wait—don't tell me she's your mate?' He set the glass down hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Leaning closer, he pressed, 'But how do you know?'

I had just washed and spread my brassiere, I wasn't on anyone as of now and he didn't get me one. He sent me a smile and I gave him an annoyed glare. "I feel like calling you a pervert," I muttered under my breath and sat on the bed preparing to draft some more sketches. "Didn't know he just heard that..." "You're my mate, nothin to be so scared of." What..., I was surprised, After everything, I didn't know Jade would still acknowledge me as his mate. Do you want him to reject or disown you?? Shut it Purple! "I could even take you here and this minute."

“I thought I was gonna lose you and that scared me shitless.” She smiled. "So you cried?" Yeah, story of my life. “When you get well, you're coming home with me,” I said, watching her keenly to see her reaction. I hope it won't be a blatant disapproval. My poor heart won't be able to take it. “Home?” “My Pack. My house…” I paused. “...my mate.” She stared blankly at me and her smile faded. “I don't understand…” “I wanna officially make you my mate…”

We were mates and not only that, but he was also my professor. My uncle, my professor and my mate! A mate I was yet to realize was going to put me through so much pain.

He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder. “Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.” “I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.” “I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.”But doesn't it get boring though? Same woman? Same routine? I mean I might be able to stand it for a couple of weeks but not as long as you have. I'm kind of hoping that I'll never find my mate.”