The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

I hate how easily he does that. I slowly nod, trying to play along. “Maybe,” I mumble. “My mate died.” The softness in his voice disappears enough to make the words feel heavier. His eyes drift away from mine for a moment. “Oh I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “I didn’t know.” “It’s okay, little viper.” His thumb brushes against my cheek absentmindedly. “I never met her, when I was younger, I felt something snap inside me. Didn’t understand it back then.” He pauses. “Later, I made inquiries and found out my mate had died.”

I have been treated like a maid, a slave like a dog to her since the day my mate died so I have gotten used to it. “ You worthless bitch! Do you know why your mate died? Do you know why Zacharias was able to kill him? It was because you never loved your own mate, from the beginning you were in love with Zacharias since you both grew up together but then you found your mate and you mated with him. You might have mated with him but you always loved Zacharias.

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and waited for his explanation. He glanced between us, brows pulling together as if he couldn’t comprehend my ignorance. “This,” he pointed at me and then at himself, “should not have happened.” Oh. I relentlessly chewed on the inside of my cheek. He did not think that we could be mates? “Why?” I asked, cheeks warming at the prospect of his rejection. Did he not feel our connection? Sergio gazed at me as if I should already know, but I remained silent. Better to not anger him more. “My real mate is dead.”

Margareth reports, the regret clearly noticeable in her voice and in the sadness in her eyes hurt. “It's hard to give up when you know you're giving up the person you love unconditionally.” I explain to her by stroking her cheek. “One day, Goddess willing, you too will find your mate, and you'll understand your brother's decision. He chose to die loving the one who was his alone. His soulmate. He may have suffered physically, but he died emotionally happy.” Margareth sighed. “I don't know if I want to find my mate.” She admits, looking away.

He turned to me and the look of sorrow almost made me fall to my knees. I couldn’t believe that my wench, my mate, the absolute love of my life traded her life for mine. It was the ultimate sacrifice among shifter mates. I was proud of my queen but I was dying on the inside. I couldn’t live without her. Not now, not ever. If she dies then all is lost for I will follow her to the afterlife.

"Why didn't you tell me right from the beginning that you have a mate? Maybe I would have forgotten you or probably drowned myself to death..." "Shut up..." I growled at him, I didn't want to hear the word death, only the goddess knew how much I wanted him and I couldn't take it if anything happened to him, I loved him too much to want to lose him to death even though I know I can't be with him, he had a fiancee and I am not even his fated mate. "Ahem..." I cleared my throat. "I think I should leave before my mate..." In a blink, he pinned me to the wall, he didn't let me finish my words, what is wrong with me? I don't think he liked the way the word mate sounded in his ear, I moved my gaze

"You've been fighting against everyone, and everything, your entire life, Maeve. I know you can't feel the mate bond. I understand your hesitation to believe that we are actually mates. But I feel it. I know it in my soul that you are it for me. For always. I died on that beach knowing I had gotten everything I ever wanted, and that my MATE would be caring for my children. I was okay with that. I didn't fight against death because of it."

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with truth I'd been carrying alone. "You died in your mate's arms," Janice continued, her black eyes boring into mine. "After watching your son—your beloved Ollie—collapse and die in the middle of a town square while your mate celebrated another child's birthday with his mistress. Your heart literally broke from grief. The mate bond severed. And you died cursing the man you'd loved, promising that if you had another chance, you'd save your son from his father's indifference." I felt tears streaming down my face, though I hadn't consciously started crying. "How do you know all this?"

I was terrified and wanted to tell him. But then I saw him take Sarah to the pack's annual gathering, presenting her as his Luna. That's when I lost all hope. Now, Sarah lived comfortably in our territory with her daughter, while I lay dead in our bedroom, killed by a curse meant for my mate who wasn't even home to protect us.