The Mate They Threw Away Novels & Stories

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

He held my hand while I scoffed. "Even if I were your mate, do you think that I would want to be with you? Do you think that I would want you to die because of me?" I questioned him. "You finally accepted the fact that you're my mate. That was the reason you left me? Because you felt that there was no way we would be together? You left me because you didn't want me to die? I guess I didn't tell you." He let out a small chuckle from his lips.

Chace said "But they were Mates," I replied "They were not Fated Mates, Justina. They were chosen mates," Chace replied, shocking me. Then I thought about it. Normally when someone loses their Mate, they are very sad and don't want to be around anyone. The pain they feel from losing their Mate can kill them, or they can become crazy from losing their Mate, but Luna Greta seems fine. In fact, she seems to be happier than when Alpha Max was alive.

“You think you are worthy of being with us? Do you think you are worthy of being our mates? That’s not possible. We will never accept a mate such as yourself. I Axel Thane…” “I Aiden Thane…” “And I Asher Thane, We all reject you as our mate. Your place is in the gutter like you belong. Not with us,” they declared coldly. Their words hit me like a ton of rocks. I couldn’t believe my ears. Someone pushed me to the ground and I fell with a thud bruising my knee. I winced. “Mates? Does she really think she’s your mate? What a joke!” Someone laughed throwing their drink at me.

After my rejection, I turned to the organization for money and a roof over my head. I only ran because I killed my mate's wife, and he has no clue it was me. The organization helped cover it up, and her pup was taken. He thinks both died, but his baby is at the facility getting tested on. I smirked as I saw him crying over her dead body in the hospital. It served them both right. He should have chosen me. Mates are overrated and humans are fucking weak.

As I gathered my belongings. The decision to leave Alpha Dominic and his pack was not an easy one, but it was one that I knew I had to make for the safety of myself and my son, Mathew. Alpha Dominic's stoic demeanor did little to mask the pain radiating from him, and despite his outward indifference, I could feel the depth of his anguish. It was a pain mirrored in my own heart. As I glanced back at Alpha Dominic, a lump formed in my throat, threatening to choke me with the weight of my emotions. He was my mate, and the thought of leaving him behind filled me with a profound sense of loss.

"What the fuck? I’m your mate! I’m your fucking mate, Amara! You can’t just throw me away like that!" "So I’m not allowed to? But you can? You can throw me after having sex with me? You can disregard me because I meant nothing to you, but I’m not allowed to do the same thing because I’m your fucking mate? Well, I’m sorry, but a fated mate is giving me a sour taste in my mouth!" "Amara, can you hear yourself? I will not be given to you if I wasn’t meant to be with you!"

The double blow wrecked me. Still, I steadied myself and said flatly, "I've made up my mind. Let's break up for real." It was time to end this fantasy and my miserable life. ... Since that day, Mateo hadn't come home. I boxed up his stuff and shipped it to Sophie's place. Most of my things went to the landlady. Mary Thompson stared at the pile I hauled over, confused. "Are you guys moving out?" I forced a smile. "Yeah, I can't take all this stuff. Pick whatever you need."

"A mate rejected by the Alpha is worse than an Omega. Might as well toss her in the incinerator." "True. Shame, though. She was so young."

“A gift is what’s accepted. What’s rejected is trash. I never take back the gifts I give out. Let’s go.” After they left, a tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Thiago watched Kira retreating figure, a glint in his eyes. “Mr Thiago, it seems Ms. Kira will be busy in the coming days. Catching a traitor is the hardest thing!” Mateo sighed behind him. Without a word, Thiago walked over to the trash can, bent down, and picked up the box Kira had thrown in. “Mr. Thiago! Don’t pick it up. It’s too dirty!” Mateo watched him, feeling very uncomfortable.