The Alpha And His Panther Mate Novels & Stories

she snaps, finished with trying to be civil. "I'm your mate. You're supposed to trust me," he growls, and she raises her eyebrows, laying her pile of t-shirts into an open suitcase. "And you're not supposed to knock another woman up," she retorts. "I'm not the first Alpha to do it," he protests, and her eyes widen of their own accord. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She asks, her tone void of any emotion. He hesitates, and Amber shakes her head.

Then, it takes full control. That was exactly what was about to happen right now. As I closed the distance between us, heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was falling when I felt her breasts against my chest. But then my own words ringed in my mind, I had promised myself never to let another woman turn me against my Alpha, and this was the Alpha’s very own mate. Ex-mate, corrected the voice in my head. “The Alpha is going to find out,” I said silently to myself, as if answering the voice.

I ask as I turn to look at me. “Because she has no desire to stay here. She said so herself.” “She told you that?” “Hmm. Apparently, she has had it with the hostility from us all, Pan’s stupid move was the final straw.” “I really should do something about that asshole,” I mutter. “You should do something about your mate,” he retorts. “Look, I can't begin to understand how conflicted you are right now. Torn between your mate and your dear friend, I don't envy you. But you are the Alpha, not just some random wolf.

All I could say was , “Save me, please.” “At the crack of dawn you’ll come with us to our village. Then I’ll properly perform the rites. I don’t care if you’re mated or not, you’re mine.” The alpha said. An eerie wind suddenly took over, it quenched the fire in the middle. It suddenly became cold and every part of the pack jolted to their feet. I closed my eyes, then I opened it instantaneously. He was here. My mate. Murmurs started to go round the pack as they wondered what was happening. The Alpha, I saw the slight jitter in his eyes—the perturbance. He was panicking but still remained emboldened so as to not look weak in front of his pack.

My eyes met the ice-blue eyes of the man across from us on the other side of the gazebo, and I felt frozen in place. “Mate.” He mouthed what I was saying softly. I instantly recognized him! I had seen him hanging out with my brother at the alpha events. I wondered if he was an alpha yet or if his parents were holding back his title, as we both made our way through the crowd towards each other. We didn’t break eye contact once. When he pulled me into his arms and his lips slowly and softly touched mine, I felt as though I was finally home! My mate was a wolf! My mate was an alpha!

Then, quietly, she says, “It’s not just a wolf.” “No shit.” She ignores me. “It’s an Alpha.” The word hits different. Like it carries weight. Like it doesn’t just mean leader. It means something older, more primal. Something that exists outside the normal rules. I swallow. “A what?” She steps past me and looks out into the fog. “A blood-bound. First wolf. Marked by the oldest line.” My skin prickles. “That’s not a thing,” I whisper. Her voice is firm. “You saw him. You felt him.”

Following a short pause, Dad broke the silence and exclaimed, "There is one possibility! He needs to be with his other half, in order to gain more powers. Alpha is nothing without his Luna by his side." "What is Luna, dad?" I asked looking at him with a shocked expression on his face. "In many ways, Luna is equal to Alpha, who co-ruled her people with her partner. Without Luna's help, Alpha can't make the most of his abilities to the extent that he could. Have you ever heard him refer to you as his mate?" Dad asked, expecting me to say no, but I simply nodded. He sighed and punched the wall as he said, "He has to prove, he is capable of being the Alpha of his pack, and for that, he has to be

She took a deep breath and said, "Your father and I have wanted to mention this for a few days." Dad looked at me sternly and said, "Your mother is right. We need to talk to you about this before it's too late." This caught my attention. I wondered what was so important to talk to me about. They had explained many things early in my childhood about our lifestyle. I thought they had gone over everything by that point in my life. Mom jumped in again and spoke, "We don't want you to make a huge mistake. Being a strong Alpha means having the best possible mate. You won't be as strong without your destined love."

“You’re still my mate. One and only. Forever.” “I know,” Miranda coos. She kisses him, sloppily, and I feel almost sick at the show they’re putting on. “But it is possible for an Alpha to take multiple Lunas,” Malcolm continues. “I found it in one of Caleb and Arnold’s old books.” “Is that true?” I ask, turning to Arnold. He nods. “It’s unusual, since most werewolves, once mated, feel a strong bond to their individual partner. However, in some circumstances, an Alpha may have multiple Lunas.”

I peel my dress off, and go to put my shirt on when something on my neck catches my eye. I gasp when I see the mate marking. It looks like a tattoo of a full moon with a wolf in front of it, and Andy’s full name, Andraste, written below. It’s actually really gorgeous, but I’m still mad that he did this without asking me. I know that we were really into the moment, but I didn't want to do it until after the Fae were free. If something were to happen to me I didn't want him to have to feel it and go through the pain of losing his marked mate. Even though I had wanted him to wait, there is a tiny sliver of me that is happy that he wanted to mark me as his forever.