The Accused Mate Book Novels & Stories

Valeno then asks, “What is in that folder?” “Blanca’s assessment of injuries.” I said and handed him the folder. As they are reading it, their eyes darken considerably. I see literal steam coming off of Valeno. I wonder how he is gifted. “Her mate did this to her?” He snarled. Damaro is angry but he is also crying, “I will kill him.” “Sorry, Damaro, when you hear Thalia’s story, you will understand why that right belongs to her.” I said.

Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate" Boat and Mild screamed "WHAT!!!?." Mew got confuse this time and thought why didn't the boy said his friends that he was his mate. His heart was fuming with the unknown, feeling so he questioned his mate "Didn't you tell your friends??" Gulf answered hesitatingly "No." Mew sighed and said, "Already late come." He grabbed his mate's wrist. Omega thought "oh god my heart is jumping like it gonna explode. He calls me the first time for his Mate. what am I going to do?" it's really happy for Gulf. He can't stop smiling.

Chris could distinctly smell the arousal emitting from Liam. Liam came out of his daze and looked at Chris and stuttered " W...W...What happened?" "What happened? You tell me what happened? You were nearly eye-fu***ng my mate" sneers Chris. "M...m...mate? Is she y...y...your mate?" asked Liam worried. "Yes," says Chris. He looks at Liam's worried face and asks " Why do you look so worried?" Liam didn't know what to say. Chris said the girl was his mate, then why did he feel she is his mate too? Why was Lex saying she is their mate? Did he do a mistake? Or did Chris misunderstand?"

The walls were lined with ancient tomes, their spines cracked and worn, holding secrets forgotten over centuries. I stepped inside, quickly scanning the space, noting every detail as I always did. The worn leather chairs facing the desk were just as I remembered. I motioned for Levy to enter, and he followed without a word. We took our seats, the door closing behind us with a soft thud, sealing us in the heavy, familiar silence. "So, the report?" I broke the silence, my brow furrowing. I needed to know who was scheming against my mate. "Nobody is doing anything, but Azazel…" he said, handing me a piece of paper.

Her words echoed in the forest then, just as they did now in the throne room. She had always blamed me. She’d never forgiven me. “Lucas, I didn’t kill your mother. I have no reason to. Why would I kill my mate’s mother?” I panted out in desperation, ignoring Joan and struggling to get through to him. The crowd erupted into an uproar, loud gasps filling the room. “How dare you?” Lucas snarled, shaking the entire room. “Why on earth would I be punished by being paired with dirty filth like you? A lowly mutt that poisoned my mother?” He accused, his slithering gaze causing my heart to clench painfully.

He looks at me like I deliberately did something wrong. I run my hand through my hair and sigh, “I don’t know what to do,” I admit, “I’m so confused, I’m wolf is determined that she’s my mate and goddess does she smell intoxicating. But I don’t understand how that’s even possible, I felt my mate die, how can she be my mate? And how would she be my mate if she’s also his mate?” I rant on until my father hold up his hand. “Are you telling me you didn’t do that to piss Jackson off and that your wolf really believes Misha is your mate?” His mouth hands open slightly.

“That was mere accident, a candelabre must’ve fallen over, and I’m damn glad I got there in time to reach my mate before the flames had-” “Blind!” He shouted suddenly, brown eyes alight with red streaks that I took a step back though a bed separated us; a deep growl released itself from my throat, warning him to back the hell down and keep his temper in check. “There was no candelabre. Can you not realize that the fire is her doing?!” Aconite pointed an accusing finger at my mate, making me see red as Atticus growled and begged me to let him out so he could tear this man to shreds, but I held him back for a moment. “What do you mean?”

I carried the book yet again and opened it, his presence not so interesting anymore. “The maiden you assigned me to find. The mate. I searched and asked around for her and everything pointed toward the fact that she is no more” “What?” I asked closing the book again. “She might have run away” the

Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink: Damien Veyne 1843. Lena’s breath caught. 1843? That was impossible. She turned another page and froze. It was a portrait of her. Same face, same eyes, same crescent pendant at her throat. Beneath it, the caption read: The Mute Oracle Bonded Mate. The book slipped from her fingers. The air around her thickened, pressing against her lungs. She stumbled back just as the library door slammed open. Damien stood in the doorway, chest rising with restrained fury. For the first time, his composure fractured.

He tightened his grip on the book. “I told you. I smelled my mate.” Everyone stared at him. I sighed. “Okay. Whatever.” Draven grabbed a few sandwiches from the refrigerator. I grabbed some chips from the counter while Caden picked up a couple of drinks. We all returned to the living room. I looked at Caden. “So, if that book belongs to your mate, who the hell is your mate?” I glanced around the room. “All the women are already here.” I paused. “And I know it's not the old Beta female.”