Temporary Mates Novels & Stories

Her lips never moved, but her vicious thoughts screamed inside my head. My body went cold. I had actually been reborn back to the day Leena and I chose our mates. And somehow, my wolf spirit had awakened the ability to read minds. The look on Leena's face made it clear that she remembered her past life, too. "Leena, if you've made up your mind, go stand with the mate you chose," our father said. Leena immediately clicked across the floor in her heels and rushed to Collin Brooks, looping her arm around his without hesitation. "Collin, I've fallen for you since the day I met you."

But yes to the question wasn't the same as understanding fully what I was saying yes to, and I thought the honest version of doing this correctly included sitting with what the coming and going actually felt like rather than just agreeing to it in principle in a garden where everything was good. I'd had four days to find out what it felt like in practice. What it felt like was: full during the days when we were both present in the territory, and different at night — not the five-month absence, nothing like that, but a different quality of the space between us that existed even when we were in the same house. The difference was, I understood, the not-yet of it. The question still being open o

River moved in closer to help hold her up, she wasn’t going to last too long but I was already so close. With perfect timing we joined our rhythm and then moved inside her as one, and she let out a guttural moan from deep in her throat. There is an old tale that when fated mates of multiples mate, having two or more mates put their seed in her at once can guarantee multiple pups to grow. The thought of it increasing the odds we could have multiples was just so damn hot. “Ohh baby fuck yes,” Hunter moaned. “Ohhhhh ohhh yes,” Ellie moaned out, and that was all it took.

Eric looked like he had a question so I nodded encouragingly. “What do you mean by mates? I think I have an idea but I want to hear it from you.” I could feel myself go slightly red in the cheeks, which was fucking ridiculous since I’m a grown ass man, but I feel like I’m a teenager talking about my first girlfriend. I have no idea why I was finding it all so embarrassing. “Okay… so basically weres, and majority types of shifters usually have mates –husbands/wives if you will, the difference being we don’t choose them. We are in a sense fated to be together”

“You are my mate and at some point, you will take my last name. I do not expect you to take it right away, but I figured why have to call in favours twice to get it done? Just get it done now and be had with it.” "So to you, this is a done deal?” “Mating is permanent. We don’t stray or lose interest. It’s unheard of for mates to walk away successfully from each other without one or both destroying themselves. It’s all so tragic really.” “So a biological imperative to stay together then?” “You could say that. We recognize our mates by scent and then it snowballs from there into a long-lasting relationship.”

Amaris looks up still in thought. Lyle seemed almost pained by her question. “If the two true mates do not mark each other and do not reject each other, than they slowly go insane. There is not a set time limit, but apparently this intense energy will keep building without a release and it will become too much and they will loose their minds. Some even get violent. It is said to be dangerous to be around a true mate that has not mated and not been rejected.”

“Shifters, be it any kind, have something called a Potential mate. They are like our other halves, our partners. Each shifter has one, sometimes even more than one.” “There are more?” “Yes,” I told her. “Not every potential mate lives for the entire duration of a shifters lifespan. Some of us are paired with humans or sometimes accidents occur. Which is why Earth Mother has given us several partners to choose from. Mates are specially made for us, but both the people in the pair have to accept each other as mates to become true mates.” I tried to make Aya understand my point. “Also, shifters can have children only with their mates and no one else.”

mom said looking at dad. "Well fated mates are two people who posses what we call a mate bond. Before you ask, a mate bond is like a bond, a special bond that two people share. For example, your mother and I share that bond, the bond is so strong that I can't live without her and she can't live without me, if she dies I die too. If she cheats I will automatically know she did and if I cheat she will know that I cheated. The bond is so strong it's like we share a apart of each other and we can't stay away from each other for longer periods because if that happens then we both go into depression or go feral,"

“Then I guess you have to do your research, but you are not getting any answers from me. Leave now, Nixon.” I wasn’t going to back down, but Mia pushed me away. I had to jump out her window abruptly. Back in my pack, I went to see our elders and asked about Mia having two mates. No one wants to share their mate with others. This was the first time I encountered two mates in a hundred years. “Enlightened me with my worries. Why is my mate have another mate? This is not acceptable!” I demanded, letting out my frustrations. “Alpha, It happens when the past meets the future, but the connection of the past lingers in the future. That is why,” Elder Hemet answered.

And that brought me back full circle to the problem at hand. If someone else, anyone else, had imprinted on me, it wouldn't have been so big of a deal. Most mates go on to have happy lives together. Once the female accepts her mate their love and devotion to one another is pretty much set in stone. Very rarely has someone refused an imprinted mate but the times that it's happened, the rejected party has ended up living an abominable existence, some have even died strangely enough. Meanwhile the rejecter doesn't get off scotch free.