The Defiant Mate By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

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

I silently reached out and made my way to the kitchen, prepared myself for coffee then stood there patiently. Last night's sex made me realize one thing , fighting and being defiant was all useless. My fate was this and all l had to do was to accept it. I had to accept that I was Damien's mate , act like one and move freely in his chambers without causing trouble. Still lost in my thoughts, I stared at the guards outside with cups in their hands. Guards were everywhere and this time I didn't want to be stubborn.

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

close and have her to myself, she was trying to introduce you to the group. I couldn’t cope with that. It was petty really, but over time I got to know you better and I am sorry for the way I behaved. Listen, the mate bond is what binds us, but that only takes you part of the way, you have to be willing to hear its call, you have to want it to grow and blossom into something more. It’s special, and it’s how I know that you are exactly perfect for Chris… he is wildly possessive of you, and you have never showed even a hint of jealousy towards other women, in ways I think maybe he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you! What you did back there, proved beyond any doubt that you love him more

“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.”

"Hannah, I thought I told you to stay here until I returned." She nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor as though the weight of her decision had suddenly become unbearable. "I know, Xavier, but... I just wanted to feel the sun on my face after being cooped up in this room all day." Her voice trembled, a mixture of defiance and regret. "But I didn’t even get to do that before I met some red-haired woman. She said something to me about not having your mark. She implied that I’m not really your mate."

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.