The Mate He Hates Novels & Stories

He could have been doing this for two reasons I knew of; one being the alarming fact that we were mates, or the other; what I had walked in on that morning. Slowly, I shook my head in refutal. A devilish grin barely lifted the corner of his mouth, just as he whispered, “Liar.” I studied him through my lashes, quiet. His attractiveness was unnatural, in a way that worked like a weapon when you thought about the fact that such undeniable beauty coated what must be such a blackened soul. His dark lashes fluttered over those foresty depths, brushing the olive skin of his cheekbones like a teasing form of effortless seduction.

The dark circles under my eyes and the scowl on my face made me look older than my years – I looked like a piece of trash. As I stood there, staring at myself, the thoughts of the hurtful things that Alpha Dwane had said to me filled my heart with hatred for his new mate. How could he do this to me? He was acting like our relationship had meant nothing to him. I had given him everything, and this was how he repaid me – with a new mate and words that cut deep into my heart.

I sighed, finishing the last bits of my burger and dabbing my mouth clean with a napkin, "I'm sorry. I never apologized for whatever I did and I guess I owe you that much." His mouth formed a crooked grin, "I'm sorry, too. You hated me and it wasn't totally uncalled for. Fuck, I don't want to think what I would have done if you weren't my mate. Maybe shit does happen for a reason." "Do you think if things were different, we would have worked out?" I fumbled with the hem of the shirt, pulling on a loose thread of cotton to busy myself. His answer was something I feared to hear. I thought maybe we would have worked if things had been different but what if he never saw us working? As in EVER!

“I'm sure I do. You’re in a sour mood and probably hate the world right now. Big whoop. Talking to your mate that way, though, isn't okay.” I'm immediately ticked off by that word: mate. That insufferable title has tied me down like heavy chains since I knew anything. It's a painful reminder of the life I've lived, how much I've hated it, and how much I want to break free. “You’re really taking her side right now? She fucking hates your guts and your entire personality,” I point out, finally looking at him. He backs down for a moment, hit by the truth we both know, but shrugs it off eventually.

my mate said in between sobs and she was angry her red eyes were a clear indication she was beyond pissed "you know I was...soo... Excited... To have a mate. But after... Meeting you I hate you... I don't know why I ever thought... I could like you! " and with that, she left Look what you did jackass my mate hates me just because of you! My wolf whimpered "but she is a -" I'll bloody kill myself if you once again tell me that our mate is human so she is still perfect can't you see how many pack members already like her and those boys whose eyes can't leave our mate alone? He huffed

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

he laughs like a sick man, and I shudder. " I hate you and your family so fucking much, and I'll use you to take out all my anger on them," he snarls. I don't stare or speak. I am numb, and so are my legs. My mate hates me, the mate I wanted my whole life. The mate I left my pack and family for doesn't like me.

“No more.” When the door clicked shut behind him, I grabbed Briar’s hands again. “We don’t have time. Listen closely.” Her eyes sharpened. “What’s going on?” “You already know that I’m mated to Matteo Cruz Valentino,” I said, the name tasting like ash on my tongue. “He really hates me. He marked me. But he didn’t do it out of love, Briar. He did it because he hates me. He’s made it his mission to make my life a living hell.”

Everything just seemed to escalate in the blink of an eye and I didn’t have time to link anyone for help at that moment. “ I will have you one way or the other and you WILL submit to me. You may be my mate and an Alpha but no fucking bitch is going to talk to me that way. I will enjoy every minute of breaking your spirit and the ridiculous idea that you’re an actual Alpha. No femme will ever be an equal to her male counterparts no matter how hard she tries! I will have so much fun tearing down that pride and clutching your throat while I fuck that stubborness out of you” He hisses at me. I don’t understand but for a split second I felt the heat rise between my legs and my pussy clinched in e

Today has been filled with all kinds of emotions. I can’t believe Cheryl is haunting us all from the damn grave. My anger towards her more evident than it’s ever been. I never though of myself as a hateful person, but damn do I hate Cherly. She wasn’t a good person and now even in her death she mocks me. It’s moments like these that I struggle to not feel cursed as a second chance mate. I know that I’m Matteo’s true mate, the one he loves, the one he will build a real family with, and the one that he will never let go of. Logically, I know all of that, but emtonally is a different story.