The Defiant Mate Free Read Novels & Stories

Ann and Maria were best friends then, complete opposites of each other. Ann was a sarcastic, cynical, twelve year old. Her druggie mother abandoned her when she was six. She never depended on anyone, got what she wanted through her own efforts. She never cried because she knew it would never solve anything. She was cold and straightforward, if she didn’t like you she made sure you knew it. Her attitude had made it difficult for adoption, but she didn’t care. She had survived in the worst of situations and had learned to be independent. She wasn’t into making friends, but Maria had tugged at her heart.

“Did you touch her? Is what she’s saying true? The Mate allegations? Zayn glanced at his father, then back at me. For a split second, I saw something in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even guilt—but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. He smirked, his expression turning cruel as he stared me down. “Of course not,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “She’s lying. Why would I touch someone like her? Look at her.” He waved a hand in my direction, as if I were nothing more than trash. “I would never be with someone so beneath me, Mate ? Father ! You know if she was my mate , I would have mentioned it “

My lips curl into a smirk. “Oh?” I taunt. "Did you think you were Special just because we are mate? That you could use the mate bond to make me accept you?" I tilt my head, eyes flashing with challenge. "I rejected one mate before you, and I’ll reject you just as easily." "So that’s what’s giving you confidence," he snarls, his fingers twitching like he’s seconds away from grabbing me. "You think I’m just like your pathetic excuse of a first mate?"

I paused for a few minutes and then I said something to convince myself more than Sophie, "Mate is just a sign of weakness. You get bound to them and no longer have any freedom." Sophie asked curiously, "And what if you'll find your fated mate?" I let out a bitter chuckle, "Is that even a question? Of course, I'll reject him and free myself from the chains." I said that with a finality, leaving no room for arguments or further discussion. I saw her deflating through the mirror. Her shoulders sagged when she said, "I feel sad about how you think of this whole mate thing."

He was breathing raggedly, his entire body strung taut, his pulse thudding against the column of his throat. And his eyes were still blazing bright. Then he spoke. “I, Alpha Elias Beaumont…” His voice seized. And it felt like the words were caught in his throat. The matebond connection constricted us tight like a garrote, searing through my veins, drawing off the both of us. His breath stuck, his fingers unclenching. “Get it over with,” I taunted, thrusting out my chin. “Don't stop now. You coward.” He tried to. I could sense him trying.

Alpha Clark seethed with rage as he watched the two mates tightly embrace each other. The air hung heavy with the heady scent of their blood and lovemaking. Alpha Clark would have to travel with the windows down to drive off the scent. "Open the cell," Alpha Clark demanded of the nearest guard and rolled his eyes at the sound of sniffles coming from Amari and how Alexander repeatedly told her that he loved her. He didn't care about any of that because he was prepared to prove to Amari that he would be a better mate to her than Alexander ever could. Not only had Alpha Clark lost his first mate, he had lost his lover too. He would not lose another mate.

"What are you doing here?" "I came to apologize," he said, his voice soft and remorseful. Amelia was taken aback. She had never expected Daniel to apologize for how he had treated her. "Apologize?" she repeated, confused. "Yes," he said, walking over to her and sitting down beside her. "I know we have had our differences, and I regret how I treated you before. I was wrong to reject you and I realize now that I was blind to your true worth. I see it clearly now, Amelia. You are strong, brave, and fiercely loyal. You have qualities that make you an excellent leader, and I am proud to call you my mate."

“In case you have forgotten, she is my wife…” “And she is my mate!” Matthew argued, and I frowned. “I can’t just let go of her, Matthew. She killed my mate, and until she is proven innocent, I can’t set her free,” I stated firmly and saw the glow of anger in Matthew's eyes. I could see that he was so furious, and if I wasn’t his alpha, then we would have been fighting by now. Matthew sucked a deep breath and shut his eyes for a moment; it seemed like a way to stop himself from exploding in anger. I watched him control his temper for a moment before he finally opened his eyes and held my gaze.

I left the room as if nothing had happened between us. How can a man as handsome as him be that cruel? I hate him. ~!~!~!~~!~!~!~ So guys! I hope you like this chapter! Please don't hate Mateo☹️ he is just difficult and doesn't admit his feelings. He is arrogant but trying to change that. Don't forget to add my story to your library, so that you know whenever I update! Also, feel free to comment with some suggestions. Thanks! D,

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.