The Flesh That Mates Novels & Stories

“It’s true. There is a certain aura they exude when they are together.” “Exactly!” Cris said triumphantly. “Vibe!” Micah’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold back nausea—and anger. “Do you understand what it means to find your true mate, Sergeant? Finding the one to share a deep, spiritual connection with?” "Of course, he wouldn’t," Serif chimed in again, ever the instigator. "Werewolves say it’s stronger than anything. Like, almost supernatural. Cris, buddy, you’re basically a footnote in this cosmic love saga."

She asked breaking the hug. “ No! There have two types of mates here. One is the most common mate, which everyone can get when they attention Pairing ceremony. They feel they will be perfect to have a physical bond, making a family, like giving birth, raising them, and supporting their mate physically. But there has another type of mate which we said was chosen by the moon goddess. It's rare and magical. The mates become physically and mentally involved with each other. They share their all emotions and their inner wolves with no secrets. "

“The only way to prove that I am your real mate.” If I cut my palm, my blood would tell the truth. The traditional ritual to confirm a true mate was through blood. The scent of a true mate’s blood was unlike any other—more powerful, undeniable, and impossible to mistake. When one mate bleeds, the other’s wolf reacts instinctively, driven by the bond that connects their souls. It’s a connection stronger than logic, stronger than doubt.

She asked after a long pause. “A mate is more than just a romantic partner – they're a sacred bond, a lifelong companion, and an integral part of one's very existence. Isn’t just someone you love, but someone you can’t imagine living without because separation not only hurts, but kills the werewolf. They're the calming presence that soothes the beast within, and the loving support that nurtures the human heart. To us, finding one's mate is considered a sacred gift, a once-in-a-lifetime chance at true love and companionship. To us, a mate is not just a partner – they're a fundamental part of one's being, a missing piece that makes the whole.”

“And what the hell do you mean by mated? Because I didn’t mate anybody and nobody mated me. Unless being assaulted twice counts as a ceremony here.” She pressed her hand to her forehead like my human brain cells were stressing her spiritually. “Okay,” she said. “Let me explain ‘mate’ to a human… in the simplest possible way… before you explode.” She cleared her throat. Then pointed at me. “You know how in human movies, there’s always that dramatic soulmate stuff where the universe brings two people together because destiny said so?” “Yeah?” “Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.”

The one person created to care for her, accept her, love her. And because of that, as Dominic had pointed out, Ava wouldn’t have wanted her trapped in a mating she didn’t want. Ava would have expected her to do whatever it took to escape that fate. But this particular escape route was complicated. “Even if I agreed to this deal, I don’t see how we could fake a mating bond. It’s extremely intimate. Mates are touchy-feely, they never spend time apart, they scent each other, they wear each other’s marks, and they have a link that helps them sense each other’s moods. How could we ever fake a metaphysical connection like that?”

She began, “The one that goes beyond the physical realm and into the realm of the spirit. You see, when two people are mated, their souls are joined together in a way that transcends time and space. The bond is unbreakable, and it can never be undone.” The woman's eyes gleamed with a knowing sparkle as she spoke, "The mate bond goes beyond mere physical attraction, Alpha. It's a profound connection of the heart and soul. You may feel drawn to her because your souls are destined to intertwine. It's like you were meant for each other, two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly."

mom said looking at dad. "Well fated mates are two people who posses what we call a mate bond. Before you ask, a mate bond is like a bond, a special bond that two people share. For example, your mother and I share that bond, the bond is so strong that I can't live without her and she can't live without me, if she dies I die too. If she cheats I will automatically know she did and if I cheat she will know that I cheated. The bond is so strong it's like we share a apart of each other and we can't stay away from each other for longer periods because if that happens then we both go into depression or go feral,"

While swirling dust and clashing knives, their eyes met, and a silent promise was exchanged. As the enemies closed in, Stuart spun gracefully, his knife cutting through the air with deadly precision. Beside him, Christi twirled, her movements a symphony of grace and strength. In the heat of battle, their fingers brushed, a fleeting connection that sent sparks through them. A formidable foe approached a dark figure with malice in their eyes. Both locked eyes, a silent communication passing between them. Without words, they dove into the fight, each covering the other's back. Their knives moved in harmony, a dance that spoke of shared purpose and unspoken feelings.

“The love of your life has a mate. He marked me, the same time he marked you. How do you feel about that?” She inhales and lets go out the cloth in her hands. “I don’t know what I feel. Maybe it is betrayal, anger. Is it odd that I want him only to myself?” “No, the mate bond is like that. Believe me, I don’t want anything to do with him but I find myself being envious of you.” “Me too. It’s not like I don’t want to be with him, I am just envious of you too,” Her eyes widens as she tries to justify herself.