The Defiant Mate By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

Damian’s was fire and steel, Kael’s was ice and calculation, Riven’s was chaos barely chained, and Lucien’s… Lucien’s was the one that made my pulse trip over itself, because it was calm, patient, and relentless, like a tide that always came back. “You’re not walking out of here.” Damian’s voice was low, but it cracked like a whip. “I’m not your prisoner,” I said, lifting my chin, even though my heart was doing its best impression of a trapped bird. Kael’s eyes narrowed, the frost in his gaze enough to freeze my skin. “No. You’re our mate.” The word should have been beautiful. Instead, it felt like a chain. “A mate you didn’t want,” I shot back. “Until it suited you.”

Matthew bit her hard on her back as he climaxed, and Brandy followed soon after. Brandy attempted to mark Matthew back, but Matthew slung her away from him. She hit the wall hard and slid down to the ground. All the pleasure she felt vanishing and replaced with pain. "But I reject you as my mate and accept you as my slave," Matthew said, his voice dripping with cruelty, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. Brandy gripped her chest as if she had been stabbed, her heart sinking as the abhorrent words formed a damning bond between the two.

I mean I agreed with him, but there was no way I was going to admit that. "Must you always be defiant?" Travis asked huffing. "Who is defiant?" I asked turning to face him. I hadn't realized exactly how close Travis was to me as I turned to stare straight into his darkening golden eyes. Even though I knew I should continue to fight and that I shouldn't be drawn to this man I could not stop myself from feeling that absolutely enthralling pull that the mate bond gave me towards him. "You." Travis said ruefully leaning in towards me.

"Mate" ***

“Your own fated mate didn’t want you. What does that say about you, Delilah?” My hands started shaking. I shoved them behind my back so they wouldn’t see. “It says she’s defective,” Mateo answered his brother like I wasn’t even there. “Broken. Used goods that nobody wants.” “Her mate spent years fucking her in secret and still couldn’t stand the thought of claiming her publicly.” Dante finally looked up and his storm gray eyes were colder than ice. “That’s not just rejection. That’s disgust.” My stomach turned over. Bile rose in my throat.

I was hysterical now and hyperventilating. Blanco's POV I was fuming with anger, anger toward the mate that betrayed her. Caliana didn't deserve this at all, no woman did and the fucker better pray to his gods that we shouldn't meet because I'll have his head. Caliana was someone I was fond of even though I had never seen her before, Tristin always told stories about her and I felt like I knew her before meeting her. Crazy.

"I love him. I love him dearly and you think you can just come between us and take what's mine? Well, I won't let you. Never!!" I stared at her, my eyes blazing with defiance. "Alpha Dwane doesn't belong to you," I said firmly. "He's my mate, and I'll fight for him with everything I have." Barbara laughed, her voice grating on my nerves. "You think you can fight me? You're nothing but a weak little wolf. I'll crush you like the insect you are." I refused to let her taunts get to me so I closed my eyes and tried to think of something I could say to annoy her.

THE MATES DILEMMA:003 Later that day in the shop I could not focus on anything. Luckily, there were not many customers around. Blake noticed my mood and asked if I was alright a few times, before finally leaving me alone to take care of the rest of the baking while I took care of the customers’ orders. By noon, there weren't any customer left in the shop, and for the first time ever i was grateful for that. I went to the kitchen and sat on a stool still thinking about the dream I had the night before and Alex’s message.

I wanted to punch that smirk out of his face. “And?” I questioned impatiently. “Well, I did have a mate once. She was killed in front of me and I became an assassin after her death. When I learned that Clara is your mate and what she had to go through I felt bad. I might be bad, but I have no grudge against you. You still have a chance of with your mate unlike me,” he had unshed tears when he spoke about his dead mate and I believed him now. “My mate would have wanted me to do this if she was alive,” he sighed. “I have already called Grace, she will be here soon and she is very angry.”

Anastasia's POV "Is she bluffing??! There is no information about rejected mates in the books I've seen. And what does she mean already rejected two? Mates are said to be extremely hard to come by!" I frustratingly pull my hair as I pace back in forth in my room. "But Rozen said that mates are a bond of forever right? So how can it be rejected? No... do I actually trust the words of that fake b*tch?" I continued to anxiously pace around the room. I don't even know nor do I understand why I am currently reacting like this. This whole overreaction isn't like me! No, actually all of these emotions whirling and causing havoc inside me are not like me at all!