The Defiant Mate By Jennifer Francis Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isabella said after a while. "I'm terrified," I replied her. "That's different." She looked at me. "How is it different?" "Nervous means you might run. Terrified and still walking means you've already decided." She was quiet for a moment. Then she leaned her shoulder into mine. "Okay," she said. "Whatever." Matteo came to stand on my other side without asking if I wanted company. I reached back and found his hand and he held it, and none of us said anything else for the rest of the crossing.

The glare he levels against Silas could send a chill down anyone’s spine, but Silas continues, “What’s your name young man?” Our eye snap back to one another and we both realize that we don’t know each other’s name. He seems hesitant to give any information to Silas, but I can see the longing in his eyes to share with me. While I’m still on the fence about the idea of having another mate, every time I look into his eyes my defenses crumble just a little more. Why is the mate bond so hard to resist? Why am I such a pushover? JERICHO

They have been sitting in silence for the past half hour just looking into the scenery before them, both lost in their own thoughts. "Do you ever miss her?" Serenity breaks the silence by asking the question. Matthew immediately understand who she was asking him about, his mate. Its silent for a few moments apart from the chirping of birds and swaying of trees as the wind passes by, Matthew hasn't answered the question and sbe thought he never would, but a small smile plays on his face as he replies "Everyday", still looking forward the stream. She was not at all jealous that he still misses and loves her, her own mate rejected her and that's painful enough but she couldn't fathom the pain M

“You can’t make me afraid. You can’t silence me. I’ll keep fighting for what I believe in, for my family, for my husband. And you can’t stop me.” With a defiant glare, Vivian turned and walked away, leaving Mateo standing alone in the grand hall, his face a mask of frustration and anger. She had not broken him, she had not won the war. But she had planted a seed of doubt in his mind, a seed that would grow and blossom until it threatened to consume him.

Silence fell, everyone watching. She shook, honestly seconds away from ugly-crying. After everything, all the pain, the whispers, the feeling like a walking cautionary tale—here it was. Her mate. The real deal. “Kieran…” she managed, looking up at him. He was a solid wall of unreadable, cold perfection. And then he said it. “I reject you.” It punched the breath out of her. Her knees went jelly. “I, Alpha Kieran Cross of MoonClaw, reject you, Evangeline Draven, as my mate.”

I gasped, trying to speak, but my voice was barely audible. With bloodshot eyes, Coby leaned in closer, his voice a low growl as he began to speak over me. “I, Alpha Coby Brady, hereby reject you, Hannah Ayala, as my mate and future Luna,” he hissed, each word laced with venom. “I hope you rot here in prison for all eternity.” I couldn’t breathe—not because his hands were still choking my windpipe, but because the connection binding us as fated mates had been snapped in two. I felt vulnerable and gasping for air, the pain ripping through my chest, too much, too overwhelming.

Celia said, but it must have come out as a growl because Jon felt challenged. He pushed off the wall, taking a step towards Celia. His eyes glowed the color of Betas. “Huh?” Celia’s lips pulled back in a snarl. She was certain her own eyes were glowing silver, and a foreign aggression stirred in her as she growled, “I said I’m not killing my mate.” Why didn’t she want the bastard that was Marcel dead, she wasn’t sure. Maybe she was waiting to kill him by herself. However, right now, she was having the unbelievable urge to stop him from being harmed.

The wolf whose only redeeming feature had been that he was dating her sister was somehow her mate? He just stood there frozen like a moron. She rolled her eyes and passed by him to hug his dad. It wasn't like she wanted him as her mate either could he be any more obnoxious? Mate, mate, mate. Scar declared. I heard you loud and clear the first time. Breeana quipped back. Although it was growing considerably difficult to fight the growing need to go to her mate, she just couldn't do it. He was Ari's boyfriend, her sister's soon-to-be mate. She couldn't do that to Arianna. Even if Breeana had wanted to betray her sister, it was Reece. Reece of all people.

Israel I tipped the glass and downed the content in one gulp. I grabbed the wooden panel and stared right ahead, head pounding and my eyes unseeing. A lot of things did not make sense. The attack was the least of my problem since we'd gotten to the pack house. It'll be harder, if not impossible, for them to penetrate the fortress and the ancient security around it. No. My problem was centered on my wife. Centered was maybe the wrong word to use, considering how well she tilted my world on its axis, perfectly disrupting its smooth running.

RYAN'S POV~ Time seemed to slow to a crawl as my brain struggled to process the events unfolding before me. My mother’s concerned gaze went ignored as my eyes remained locked on the elder priest. It was as if I was viewing the world through a haze of red mist, the only thing piercing through me, was the sight of danger that threatened my mate. Then the guards made their move, their hands reaching for their guns. In that instant, something within me snapped. "What the fuck are you insinuating?!" I roared, my voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.