The Mate He Hates Novels & Stories

“What have gotten over you? Yes, Dennis is the fourth generation but that doesn’t change the fact that he is your Mate!” “He can never be my mate. I will never accept him as my mate. I deserve a strong man, a man worthy enough to be seen with me, not some riffraff. And to think that that little weak thing has to climb into his bed, ugh,” she groaned, her eyes shining blood red as her fangs elongated. “How dare she?” Martha frowned, calming down when she realized that her daughter was angry over something else. “She? Has the prince found his mate?”

“But imagine me being able to shift like you guys and run alongside you with heightened senses and strength. That just seems so cool.” “I suppose it is cool being a werewolf.” He smirks with confidence and we both chuckle. “Alright, now you’re turn.” “What are your pet peeves?” I ask. “Not getting enough love and attention from my mate.” He answers immediately without giving it a thought. It was like he knew that I was going to ask that. It made me wonder if he had already prepared certain answers to questions that I haven’t asked about yet. But I wouldn’t be surprised

It was a pure, physical humiliation of his restraint, stripping away his gentlemanly facade and leaving nothing but the wolf. "I did not run through the freezing woods for you to be gentle," I told him, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist and pulling his hips flush against mine. "I am not fragile, Cullen. I am your mate. Stop holding back and take what belongs to you." A deafening, feral roar ripped out of his throat.

He was my mate and I had this feeling for him but I had to kill it because my mate didn’t want me and didn’t deserve me. I struggled to get loose, but his grip tightened. “ Hazel, do you think that I want you, that I like you? Do you think I want anything to do with you? I only saved you and you should be grateful.” He said. He was looking directly into my eyes and I was doing same. I could see the hate for me in his eyes. “I want nothing to do with you, Logan.” “Are you sure about that?” He had an awful smirk on his face and I hated everything about it.

the sarcasm laced in his voice seeped into me like a slow, deadly poison. Suddenly, his cold hand gripped my chin and made me look up at him. The way his eyes oozed hatred and malice, crushed my insides, “Let me be clear. I don’t do ‘mates’, choco pie. What I do is torture people until their souls cry for death. You are nothing to me more than a fucking trophy to earn and now that I know I am your mate, the process to get you kneeling for me only got easier.”

" He spat. He sounded so bitter and I couldn't help but wonder what my father must have done to deserve so much hatred from all this people. "And to think that I got mated to a woman like you, the damn daughter of my enemy!" He spat. I've always had people hating me my whole life and I've learned to not be bothered by their hatred for me, but this time it was different, this wasn't just anybody talking to me right now, this was my own mate! And seeing how much my own mate hates me breaks my heart.

My ears must be deceiving me. “ Accept the damn rejection and let’s get this over with”, he spat in disdain. His words continued breaking my shattered heart. “ But why Max?... why? You didn’t give me the chance to be your mate? Not even a fair chance Max.” I found myself asking. He laughed hysterically. “ Mate? I don’t need a mate. Not an ugly duckling like yourself!! “ Seeing so much hatred in his eyes had coldness creep on my skin. What did I do to be at the receiving end of his hatred?

Does he think I'm happy being here? I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life. I don't want a mate. Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much. They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway? I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't give a damn...

“It doesn’t seem like he thinks that. Hale seems to believe it’s more plausible that I’m a monster who’d take advantage of you than that you willingly turned your back on him.” His indifference towards the entire situation stokes the flames of my anger. “You asshole,” I seethe. “Why do you have to be so cruel? Why does he have to be locked up down there while I don't? You clearly don't care that I tried to kill you?” “You are my mate,” he says simply. “I hate you,” I screech out. “It doesn't matter what the moon goddess thinks. My hatred far out weighs and probably negates whatever effect the bond is supposed to have.”

His fingers gently traced over some of the scars on my shoulders and back as I shook. "I hate you!" I whispered out, my voice deadpan, and my tone broken. By this point I didn't care what he could do, I hated him so much. Since the new world began, we've only been taught one thing about wolves and mates, and that is a mate could never hurt you, but it's like this man has zero emotions at all. He's a literal psychopath. I thought hearing your supposed mate say those words was supposed to be heart breaking, but he just laughed at me, his palm suddenly lay flat over the bleeding gash I had on my back.