Taming Her Beastly Mate Novels & Stories

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

She slowly pivoted her head and locked eyes with him, and he could see terror building in hers that seemed to deepen their color from a chocolate brown to almost black when the plane’s wheels left the ground. On instinct, he leaned toward her until their foreheads were touching, maintaining eye contact as he whispered, “Breathe, Trixie. Come on. Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. You got this.” She nodded against his forehead, then closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

Realizing she was in Liam's room, she sat up abruptly, clutching the blanket to her naked body. Her confusion quickly transformed into fury as the reality of their intimate encounter hit her. She stood up and hastily wrapped herself in her robe, prepared to flee the scene. However, as she turned to leave, she collided with Liam's bare, muscular chest. Their eyes locked, and Arla couldn't help but be momentarily captivated by his striking features.

My wolf is still restless. She said she won’t come back. I don’t believe her. The certainty sits deep in my bones, deeper than reason. The mate bond has not snapped. It is still there. Faint. But alive. And that means this is not over. To calm the agitation building beneath my skin, I let my wolf surface. Bones lengthen. Muscles reconfigure. Skin tightens as white fur bursts across my body. The shift is painful and relieving at the same time.

There were so many questions left unanswered, but for now, she needed to follow his whims… for the way he looked at her, he just knew that he was a truly different man… a very dangerous and terrifying man. And though she didn’t like it a bit… she must understand that this is a part of who her husband was… this is him… his beast, and she needs to embrace it… to be patient with it… to love and care for it – no matter how much it pains her… no matter how much it costs her… because she deeply and truly loves Denver.

The possibility of what this could be filled me with hope and that scared me. Panicking, I shoved him and scrambled away from the bed. Away from the he-wolf I had just met whose touch unlike Kylan’s didn’t just light me up, Chase’s touch made my whole being burn deliciously and I never wanted the feeling to stop. He stood up but remained fixed in his place. “You’re my mate.” He growled lowly. On his face was a look I could not decipher. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, if we were thinking the same thing.

And she was just too innocent, surely ‘he’ would have no trouble persuading her to share his bed, taking advantage of her love and trust for him. “No.” She shook her head. “He always insisted that we both need to find our mates first. That we should wait until we are certain.” “That is not a problem.” I gave out a small sigh. I had never thought that I had misjudged ‘him’. Still, I failed to understand why she thought I would be appalled by this. Instead, I rejoiced in the fact that she hadn’t done it with ‘him’. In less than a few seconds, my arms were around her as I carried her into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. I put her down on the bed, quickly stripping off my clothes

his head struggled not to drink his blood. The smell of Louis' blood quickly covered Phoebe's body, which made Phoebe feel dirty for betraying her "mate", she violently pushed Louis away and shouted: "So dirty, so dirty, so dirty… your blood is on my face, so dirty, it stinks… have to wipe it off… I can't betray my “mate”, I don’t want to betray my “mate”… AAAAAAAA!” Phoebe reacts very agitation, her eyes turn red and her fingernails grow longer. This was a state of combat preparedness and over-excited, Phoebe's body was tense and tense, ready to fight the danger.

She was in a daze, feeling confused. I pulled away from her, rising to my feet. Her eyes searched for me, watching me undressing myself. I moved fast knowing that if her mind is back to earth, she’ll stop me again. My cock is aching and hard as a rock. I need to fuck her now. As much as I want to taste her when she orgasms to my mouth, my beast wants me to make her cum in my cock as I am locked inside. He wants to mate like the beast that he is. Who am I to deprive him of that?