The Mate They Threw Away Novels & Stories

"You should know by now that you can never mean more than a slave to me, you're not my type of woman even if you're my mate especially…. not a lowly rejected Omega like you…" "Stop…." I said to him losing my balance forgetting I sprained my angle, I fell on the ground, tears blurred my eyes as i let them fall, how could he say that to me how? I screamed in my head. I feel Scarlet coiled up in my head as she weep in tears "Mates are bad...mates are bad" She cried, I let my tears fall as I choke and hiccup at intervals feeling broken again, feeling rejected and most especially I felt used.

That we should automatically forgive and forget, but it doesn't work like that. As a kid I grew up thinking that the mate bond was this magical thing that made the couple crazy for one another. That whatever history you had would be erased, you could start over like it never happened because the matebond would do that. I thought the matebond would mean no arguments, fights, disagreement, that mates just always got a long no matter what. I had this naive view of the matebond as a child.

“You don’t get to choose, Eila. You’re nothing. You’ll do as you’re told!” “Please, Ria… let me go. You’re hurting me. Why are you doing this to me?” Every pack has its traditions. In ours, we chose someone to witness our first shift. But I had no one. No one left to stand with me. And Ria—of course—would never agree. She hated this day. She hated the idea of mates. She had been rejected by hers, and ever since, she’d been hollow. Empty. Bitter. Maybe that’s why she despised me. Because I still had a chance at love, while hers had been stolen.

Mia's expression changed immediately as she realized she had been caught. "What's the problem, Derick?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. "The problem is that you called her the Rejected Mate," Derick said, gesturing towards me. "Do you have any idea how disrespectful that is?" Mia rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Derick. She is a rejected mate, isn't she? And she's just trying to milk us for all we worth."

Sofia replied; Sad that her Father's health had not improved so much since she left. They went to sit on the couches and began talking but Sofia wasn't the least interested in the conversation. She was more concerned about seeing her father. Sofia later talked about everything that transpired between her and Martinez and also about her second mate. "You are so lucky to have found a new mate, I am still lonely in the place" Mata said sadly and pouted her lips. Sofia smiled. “You will find your true mate very soon, I dreamt about it"

“I mean, yeah. This isn’t exactly easy, but it’s better than the alternative.” Mateo shook his head and picked up his bottle of water. “Sure, I don’t see any way that will go wrong.” “Really?” Kadeem craned his head over. “I was being sarcastic,” Mateo said, opening his water bottle to take a swig. “Of course I see this going wrong. There’s no way it won’t blow up in your face. That bag was just the starter.” Mateo pointed to the wreckage strewn over the floor.

That was it, wasn’t it? Maya stared at her mate and watched as he stepped back into the bar. Tears filled her eyes, and pain slashed right through her chest. She couldn’t think. This had to be the most mortifying feeling in the world. “What happens if mates don’t ever want to be together? If they can’t stand each other?”It was a question she had asked her parents over dinner a few years ago. Both of them had laughed.“Oh, honey, that kind of thing doesn’t happen. Once you find your mate, you don’t ever want to leave them. All you want is to be with them. There is no denying the pull of your mate. It just isn’t possible.”

My mate, on the other hand, was tiny, with curves more dangerous than a mountain road, and everything about her had clouded my senses. Michael and Fabian kept asking questions, pressuring me to speak, but I didn't. We went to my room; usually, I didn't like them coming in after soccer practice, but I was too bothered to care. They opened my refrigerator, took out two bowls of vanilla ice cream, and began snacking on it while waiting for me to open up. "What if I told you guys that I found my mate?" I dropped the news like a bombshell. Michael's eyes bulged open like egg whites, while Fabian began leaping in excitement like a kid on Christmas morning.

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

She felt so angry. Cory’s deep blue eyes went dark, “Even if she disagreed, you are still my mate, L. Forget about the rejection. Whether you accept or not, I will never allow you to have a second chance mate.”