Submitting To My Mate Novels & Stories

She asked after a long pause. “A mate is more than just a romantic partner – they're a sacred bond, a lifelong companion, and an integral part of one's very existence. Isn’t just someone you love, but someone you can’t imagine living without because separation not only hurts, but kills the werewolf. They're the calming presence that soothes the beast within, and the loving support that nurtures the human heart. To us, finding one's mate is considered a sacred gift, a once-in-a-lifetime chance at true love and companionship. To us, a mate is not just a partner – they're a fundamental part of one's being, a missing piece that makes the whole.”

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.

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 am thinking about Alexander Smith. I stared at a blank space while trying to process everything in my head. So basically, Alexander is the man, I wasn’t meant to give a lap dance and then he is as my step brother... Yeah I repeated this thought a million times in my head and I can’t still accept it. “Perfect!” I muttered as I sat then I began to go through the contacts on my phone. Not even someone I can call to tell her what has just happened in my life. Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don’t see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don’t want to do. And now am screwed up. It was already mid night and I had no sleep.

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."

He meets my gaze without hesitation. “Mates’ presence is enough to lessen pain,” he adds. “You don’t have to say the perfect thing. You don’t have to fix it. Just being there… that’s enough. So if she is going to hear this, it should be from you.” I press my lips together, a quiet frustration building under my skin. “This mate thing sucks,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Give me a rogue or two to kill before I prepare myself for this emotional shit.”

“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.