The Alpha’s Forgotten Mate Novels & Stories

She blurted out, brushing off whatever she just said like it wasn’t anything. We weren’t friends or anything but I could feel the pain in her sentence. She was older than I was but I could guess the pain was the same for everyone. I allowed her to change the topic, choosing to listen to her instead. “Okay.” I nodded, ready to know what this was all about. “A bond between two alpha mates can only truly broken up or even either accepted when the both of them are in agreement but in the case of alpha Tristan, he’s strong enough to make you his without your permission.”

His stance was casual, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes, like a predator poised to strike. Recognition settled in my gut like ice. Darius Nightshade. The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My rival. The bastard was smiling. "I have to say," he mused, tilting his head, "it's not everyday an Alpha gets rejected by his mate in front of an audience. Must be humbling." The growl that rumbled from my chest was low, dangerous. Darius chuckled. "Careful," he warned mockingly. "You wouldn't want your little mate seeing you lose control."

"The second is endurance. Alphas are not like other werewolves. Their strength, their stamina—it will be unlike anything you have ever known. You must be prepared." A lump formed in my throat, but I remained silent. "The third is desire." She paused, watching me closely. "If you do not please him, if you do not satisfy his instincts, he will reject you. And a rejected mate in Angentha is as good as dead." A heavy silence filled the room. I felt as though the walls were closing in, as though my fate had been carved into my skin with no hope of escape. Mistress Leovold flipped to another page. "You will study these texts. You will learn what pleases a man—what pleases an alpha." Her gaze sharp

the high priestess replied calmly. Kaelvor stiffened, his gaze hardening as the words sank in. For a moment, disbelief flickered across his face. In all the realms, no one remembered the first true mates, When the realms had forgotten what had truly happened, no one remembered the first true mates. That’s why Kaelvor was shocked upon hearing that Selena was the Alpha King’s mate. “She’s the Alpha King’s mate?!” he repeated. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? I’m worried about what he’ll do when he finds out I married his mate.”

you hear any movements” he instructs him before going, he has some investigation to do. It’s been a week since Terrick Mark his mate and she’s still unconscious and is showing no signs of improvement, Terrick send word to Saphira requesting for her presence. If the wound on Catrina’s neck was an ordinary one Terrick would have ask Belinda or Brenda to heal it with their spells but this one is something different. It’s a secret mark which bond mates together body and soul and no Witcher can heal it or erase it. The witch appear right inside the Alpha’s room “ what do you need my help with?” She asked the moment she sited the Alpha sitting on his bed holding the hands of his unconscious mate.

I loved him so much, with all my heart and I can't deny that. And though, Aztec was my first love and my mate, he was in the past now, gone and forgotten, that's how I want to remember him, a man that abandoned his mate because of a stupid course, he didn't want to abandon his family and Rihanna for a loser like me, I get it and I've accepted my place a long time ago and it's pretty tough, presently it's easy and I'm not a loser, if I can raise three brilliant Alphas on my own, I'm a great one indeed.

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.

“I can never leave my mate for a runt like you, you don’t deserve her and besides you already have a mate. What’s wrong?, your mate doesn’t satisfy you? The same woman who you had tortured my mate for doesn’t satisfy you, is that why you want Livey back. What a pity that you can never have her” Ash mocked him. He mocked the fact that he was given a mate and yet he wasn’t satisfied with his. “I can have her and I will have her. Livey has always been mine and you know it. You may think that you both share a bond together and you are mates but Livey has always been my bride, so says the contract” Alpha Paul stated referring to the contract he signed with Alpha Sherlock by getting Livey from the

“I am nothing like you and will never be anything like you.” This time, the smirk on the Alpha’s face turned into a large grin, showing his dentitions. “Oh, Natalie. You’re more than I can ever be. Look at you, alone in this lonely large world, with no family, no friends, no one to call your lover.” I backed away, painful tears filling my eyes. “Shut up, I have someone. I have my mate. I have a lover.” “Mate? Do you mean Alpha Maverick? A mate that isn’t and wouldn’t be yours? Let me get this straight, the same Alpha Maverick that’s head over heels for Rhaella, the Alpha of Alphas. The same person you tried to murder!”

"You can feel the sexual tension growing between them. Are they mates?." "She looks familiar. Isn't she the girl of the club?" Another asked. "I'm not sure," someone said. "I couldn't see her face. But hasn't Alpha decided to take that other woman as his mate?" "What are you talking about?" a different person asked. "The Alpha doesn't dance! He stopped doing that four, five years ago!" "Well, he sure did a few nights ago," the person replied, "and the atmosphere was just as electrifying as now."