The Defiant Mate By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

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.

“At first I wanted to run away when I knew you were my mate, I mean, who wouldn’t be scared of you? The big bad wolf. Until I saw her, Lilian. I said to myself that I don’t care if you like her or not, but I just couldn’t. I became so jealous because you were my mate and mine alone. Then why are you with her? Why are you with another girl and not me? Am I not beautiful enough? I thought you hated me, and Mateo told me you didn't, but I didn’t believe him. I am always angry at you, but deep down I want you all the time, I want you around me. I was yearning for you, and I can’t resist you each time you touch me, do you know why?” I paused, staring at him, and his eyes were also on me .

He nodded again, taking a look at his slacks. His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. She felt as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet, her heart pounding as the reality of his words settled over her. Her mind spun, struggling to process the truth of it. He's my mate. The thought repeated in her mind, a mantra both foreign and familia, filling her with a strange coolness that curled around her heart. As Aiden's words settled over her—”You are my mate, Lucy”---her thoughts swirled deeper. The very idea of it seemed impossible.

Zara explained, her words dripping with certainty. 'Oh, I see why she thinks she's above every other person. So much power and authority in the hands of someone not qualified to be in the possibility of a leader,' my words rang in my head. Little wonder she was always haughty and spoke the way she pleased to anyone. I was still pondering my thoughts when Zara's voice broke into my head. "I need to start going; we've been asked to prepare for the Alpha's mate's arrival," she stated. At the mention of Asher's mate, my curiosity piqued. Firstly, I was surprised Asher had a mate; secondly, I wanted to know about the lady who could tolerate his stinky pride and arrogance.

It's today or never. I hastened my step and soon caught up with him. I held his hand and that made him stop. Suspecting that he might want to fling my hand away, I quickly released my grip from him. "Can you please hear me out?" He scoffed. "I do not have anything to say to you" "But I have a lot to talk to you about" He scoffed. "Do you think because everyone now knows you are my mate changes anything? You have no right to speak to me because you remain a slave to me"

I flipped through the pages. Heart throbbing. Eyes watering. Uncontrollably. I wasn't running mad. I wasn't losing my mind. Everything that happened, every question I'd asked myself. It all made sense now. The dots connected. Too perfectly. Mate. That was the word. Dane's mate. And he knew. I sniffled. Turned through the pages of the book. Taking in all the new information. All at once. Overwhelming. Mates weren't a fantasy. They were rare but never impossible.

He gave a few more pumps before he finally stilled inside, and I could feel his hot cum filling me up. I was breathing heavy underneath him as he stared into my eyes, “Tiffany. You can’t ever leave me.” The look in his eyes scared me and I knew then, the only way I’d ever escape him would be if he were dead. Matthew’s POV I was on a high from finally being free from the cursed mate bond I had with Anne. I felt bad for doing it, but it wasn’t fair to either of us for it to remain intact. When I got home, I nearly ran inside but stopped in my tracks as soon as I entered. That scent.

MATE! Our mate is sitting in front of us, but I can’t see his face. I have no idea who he is or why he looks the way he does. When I thought of my mate, I always imagined a put together individual who was strong. This is not the sight I see before me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t accept him. He is my Goddess given mate and I plan to cherish him no matter what. He must have sensed me staring at him because he turns his head to look at me and I’m immediately captivated by his brown eyes. I take in his whole face and realization strikes me. I know exactly who my mate is; I could never forget him. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath to let his scent run through me. I open my eyes and look

“I just want to understand if that is why you are so averse to me. Did you love him? Is that it? He betrayed you and that is why you resent all men?” “Oh, don't be ridiculous. How pathetic do you think I am? Hating all men because of just one, that is just so cliche. And mind you, I am not averse to you. I don't know you to care that much. What I am averse to is the whole mate business. I don't like it.” “Why not? Explain to me here, please. Do you have any idea how I feel? I met my mate and she is not interested, how do you think I feel?”