The Mate He Hates Novels & Stories

Fuck this can't be good. "That's... unfortunate," I said carefully, unsure how I was expected to respond. "But what does it have to do with me?" Dad's expression hardened. "What does it—" He cut himself off, taking a deep breath. "She's your mate, Liam. The mother of your child. Even if you don't remember her, surely you feel some basic human compassion?" He was getting pissed. He hated Amber and didn't hide how much he disliked her and I together.

"He is dead. And you're pregnant for Alpha Dante. Is he your mate?" She stared at him for once, he is getting some source of what he is doubting from her now. And she can't even fucked down him. She will never do this shitty things at this moment. He is doctor, just a common doctor, wake up girl. She has hit his head countless time. A millionth time today, maybe probably just an exaggerating. But she got some serious problem. Now, confessing again, that she is the mate to her enemy. Shit, fuck, she is probably falling for what she has avoided for a longer time.

"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" "Did you ever feel remorseful for what you did to me?" I hoped he would say yes and that would have given me a reason to stay but he broke my heart. "No. One thing I have never regretted in my life is making you miserable. It's making you suffer. I never regret making you a slave. Do you want to know what I regretted the most?" I shook my head. "No?" I hoped he would not say it but he did. "You" he muttered. "I regret ever meeting you! I regret having you as my mate! I regret letting you stay in the Ice pack. If you know what is best for you, leave and

“He had it coming. He couldn’t control himself, got himself crippled by my mom, and couldn’t have kids anymore. That’s when he remembered he still had a son he’d thrown out. “When I was born, a witch predicted that I’d be the one to kill him someday. That’s why he…” He paused, then gave a bitter laugh. “Turns out she was right. I really am a cursed pup. I hated him so much that I started poisoning him, just a little at a time, until one day…” A chill ran down my spine. Marcus laughed. “Scared?” “How could I be? According to others, I used to eat pups.” We both laughed, and the air between us lightened for a moment. As his private healer, I often checked up on Marcus. Sometimes, he’d ask for

“The elders want us to bond as mates, but this lowly half-blood is still occupying the Luna’s position. Of course I came to help dissolve the bond!” Ian’s eyes blazed with anger. “That was all your assumption! I never agreed to it!” He turned to me quickly, rushing to explain. “Rachel, don’t believe her! I never agreed to any of this. Please don’t misunderstand. You are the only mate I truly chose.” I watched silently, as if observing a poorly acted scene. Ian, however, placed all the blame on Ariel. He grabbed her roughly, and the warm, tender demeanor he once reserved for her vanished entirely, replaced by pure disgust.

Zane stayed where he was, watching me like I was a question he'd already started answering. I'd grown up with these three. I knew Caine slept with the window cracked. I knew Rhys denied crying at sad films badly. I knew Zane catalogued things that didn't add up. I had shared every formative embarrassment with these people. I had never—not once—let myself want this. "Say something," Rhys whispered. "Half the pack already hates me." My voice came out level, barely. "If they find out I'm your mate, it gets worse. A lot worse."

Mate Steps approached the door, a deep breath was taken, and my mate entered, I couldn't see her face fully since she was covering it, I continued gazing at her, and she looked at me. Mr Helton cleared his throat and spoke. "You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" Her name is lovely. She gave him a nod. " The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" Marisa is Martin's sister, and I despise her right now since she is sitting next to my mate. When the bell rang and she dashed out of the classroom, I followed her to her locker. I approached her, hoping to strike up a discussion, but she ignored me. Making me stand in the corridor like a fool.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you, Nickolas.” *** I emerge from Nickolas’s closet, adorned in his clothes. As he enters with a food tray, a surge of hatred simmers within me. My body aches, and my wolf might never wake up again, all because of him. A part of me contemplates ending my suffering by killing him, yet the mate bond holds me back. If only he would accept my rejection, I'd be free.