The Accused Mate Book Novels & Stories

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

“Mate, did you hear that? Did a freaking tree branch just drop or what?” Alpha Matthew took a quick peek out the window and was like, “Meh, whatever.” “What’s up? Is there something going on out there?” I asked. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just some prankster or Theophile looking for something up in the tree,” Alpha Matthew replied. “Ready to take a dip?” “I’ll catch up with you later. I’m still keen on finishing this book.” Alpha Matthew exclaimed, showing me a book with a black and gold cover.

"You said yourself that you only betray the most rotten. There was a cook at La Spezia Dolce who was diverting merchandise to himself and making other negotiations. So it wasn’t such a bad thing, his death." Alissa of exalted. He was clearly playing with her. "What do you want from me, Mateo? " Mateo gave his most sadistic laugh and pressed the gun to his head. "I only want two things. We will solve this case together and for that you will be my mistress." Alissa took a while to process the information, finally saying, "You’re kidding. It can only be." she said, incredulous. "Of course not, kitten." His brown eyes stared at her with desire. " Now you’re mine."

Mate? I was gonna be his mate. Based on the books I read, mates are a werewolf's partners. I bit my lower lip, examining his features; he was like a fictional character in the books I have read and I was gonna be his leading lady like oh my God. I mean if I was gonna be a werewolf, then I would be glad to be his mate. His manly aura was looking so good. I sniffed. He also has a good scent. I guessed it wasn't a bad idea to be his mate if I really have no choice.

Is that why he ended them both before the spirit mate hunter could come out and devour all of us? No, no, no… What am I even saying? Mateo can be everything, but I doubt he’s a murderer. If it were to be Mia, I would be 100% sure that she could do it, because that girl can go to every extent to have what’s hers. Mateo looked away from me, then bent down to their level and pushed the clothes on their neck apart. There was a mark, a mark boldly written in capital letter A. What’s this? An enemy?

I clarified, observing as they exchanged puzzled looks and then retrieved some pictures and video evidence where Rosalie had confronted us about being mates with Cynthia and all. "Here in these videos--," Matilda began to explain the videos when I interrupted her. "It never states that she's his first mate," I asserted, urging Enzo to stand up for the truth. "My first mate was Natalie Brooke," he said with a weariness in his voice. I was perplexed by how someone could despise their own mate or feel repulsed by them without even having a conversation. The depth of anger we harbored toward Cynthia had a basis, but Enzo simply felt nothing toward this girl.

Florence POV: The Dungeon I am bleeding from a painful cut on my lower lip, and it hurts like fiery hell. A woman built like a freight train on legs is standing in front of me, scowling. The other women call her Sally. And of those women, three are in here with me other than Sally. "Somehow you think you're better than us?" Sally says, her enormous breasts heaving. "Just because you fuck the Alpha of your pack?" “I, I, wait . . .” I pant, raising my hands to ward of another blow from her.

Matthews and three senior pack members were on the other side, expressions grave as they spoke about the hunting accident that had taken three of our own. I straightened my spine and stitched firmness into my voice as I neared, but each step felt like trudging through quicksand. The defective mate bond thrummed with Lily's rage and determination, and something else I didn't recognize, something that made my wolf itching and jittery under my skin. “Report,” I snapped, trying to sound more authoritative than I actually was.

“I’m cursed,” Theo says, once we’re sitting in our bedroom. “You’re cursed, with what?” “My mate will die if I mark her.” “What?” I say, shocked. “A witch cursed whoever my mate is to die once I mark her.” “Why?” “Because my mother killed her mate.” He must be talking about Leonardo’s mate “How did you find out you were cursed?” “You’re not my first mate.” He swallowed hard. “Oh, I’m not,” I say, surprised. I shouldn’t be because, if I remember correctly, I heard women talking about me being his second mate.

“What are you doing here?” Putting two and two together, Chloe has been working with Marcus as his spy. It makes sense now; jealous ex-girlfriend gets revenge on boyfriend finding his mate on by betraying her pack by informing the enemy and putting us all in danger and kidnapping the mate. “Oh fuck… I’m the mate!” Chloe pulls my head back before harshly shoving me down on the ground, falling on my hands and knees. I wince in pain as I feel the skin meet with the broken concrete and chipped gravel. I could hear Chloe snicker in cruel satisfaction at my pain.