The Defiant Mate By Jennifer Francis Mga Nobela at Kwento

"So I heard you had escaped from the jails of the Palace. Perhaps you are not wise enough to flee farther, seeing that you were just here hiding among the branches of an old bristle con pine." "Yes I am not wise enough to go out there and ran for my life because what I really need right now is not to flee. " What I need is to avenge the death of my lover and my mate! Matias did not deserved to die! Mate? A new information had rendered me speechless, deep inside of me there's a tiny bit of sympathy knowing her mate just died. But I never knew that Jack's Beta have a mate. I looked at her again wondering how they must have hidden it to everyone.

My legs trembled, my chest burned, and I couldn’t look away. Mateo fought like fire, wild and unrelenting, every strike fueled by rage and something far more dangerous. His body was already marked by the clash—blood slicking his arm, a gash across his cheek—but still he refused to yield. He was a shield made of fury, and for me, he would break himself if it meant I lived.

“Don’t you want your mate to stay with you? Your arousal can be scented from a mile. After all, mate-pull is worse in the first three months.” Mathew jumped at Charlotte’s accurate observation, her correct judgment buck washed him. He placed his hand over his “O” shaped mouth, his eyes widened with disbelief. “Jason is not my mate.” He shook his head, denying Charlotte’s claim. “Ask your wolf, Mathew. He will never lie to you.” Charlotte’s Luna command broke the protective barrier of Mathew, his wolf surged out in a full glory. “Jason is mine. This prick is not treating him well.”

I press call and take a breath as the call connects. “Hello, son. What do you want?” I growl out at her tone. “Mother, I need your help.” I tell her, and she chuckles. “Mate problems? Bring Jennifer to me and we can sort this out.” “No, Jennifer isn’t my mate, mom. Just shut up and listen to me. The bond was fabricated. Her sister Marissa is my fated mate, not Jennifer. Mom, I need your help. Send me the guards and I will do the rest.”

I swallowed. “There were countless times she called me,” Valentino continued, “telling me you were coming over.” His expression darkened. “She would tell me she was going to hurt you. But you were so oblivious… so unaware of why she hated you, that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.” He sighed. “But then she found her salvation.” My heart skipped. “You,” Valentino said, pointing at me again, “were being shipped off to the most ruthless Alpha anyone knew.” He gestured toward Demarion. “Alpha Demarion Jones. Who just so happened to be your mate.” His smirk returned.

His mate. The word triggered a fresh tsunami of anguish that finally punched past the clawing knot of shock and disbelief tangling my words. "Mate? Y-you said I was...that we were..." But Seraphina cut me off with a jeering scoff. "Oh sweetie, we all knew our Damien would never mate with something as pathetic and sad as you." Her dagger-tipped fingers traced patterns across his sculpted chest in a blatant claim of possession. "Me and Damien are mates, fated mates. So run along home to whatever den your father begrudgingly allows you, and leave the soon to be alpha to his real mate."

“We were never equals, Tiana. You’re weak. You can’t handle what it takes to stand beside me as an alpha’s mate. But Sophie...she can.” What? Sophie grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder like she’d already won. She didn't look the least bit remorseful. She had just stolen her sister's mate and she didn't care about that. “You bastard,” I hissed, my voice trembling. “You think I’m weak because I trusted you? Because I believed in us?” Matt shrugged like my pain meant nothing to him. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I, Matthew Jerkins. Reject you, Tiana. You’re not my mate. Sophie is the one I want by my side.”

“What have gotten over you? Yes, Dennis is the fourth generation but that doesn’t change the fact that he is your Mate!” “He can never be my mate. I will never accept him as my mate. I deserve a strong man, a man worthy enough to be seen with me, not some riffraff. And to think that that little weak thing has to climb into his bed, ugh,” she groaned, her eyes shining blood red as her fangs elongated. “How dare she?” Martha frowned, calming down when she realized that her daughter was angry over something else. “She? Has the prince found his mate?”

Chapter Thirty Two (Wilder POV) “My Mate.” The soft words spoken by her, snap me out of my daze that the sparks that flew up my arm to my heart caused when I touched her face. I couldn’t believe how close I had come to marking her. There had not been a doubt in my mind regarding the reaction but the word mate snaps me back to my reality and I jump back, looking down feeling disgusted with myself and begin to flee.

' Patrice moaned at the portrait of our mate. A snarl escaped my lips as jealousy consumed my body at the sight of a picture of our mate with a blonde girl. They were on a beach, his hand on her waist. They were wearing matching sunglasses and although Salazar wasn't smiling, you can tell they were happy by the big smile on the lips of the girl. The image lived in my mind and it ruined the rest of my day that I stayed in my room sulking. Patrice was also fuming mad in a part of my mind, howling from time to time.