The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

Malachi cut in, his tone resembling finality. Veryl sighed then stood up. He hesitated for a second before he walked to him and stood in front of him, almost as if challenging to cross the invisible boundary between them. His deep voice dropped, assuming a different nature. Soft, tender and feminine when he asked him, “Do you know just how hard those years have been without you?” Malachi looked hurt and stepped back, creating a boundary between them, “You found a mate.” “So did you.” Deadpanned Veryl, his face turning into one of pain. “Did you think I didn't see how you looked at her? How you shed a tear and didn't want to let go even when you knew death was her only relief.”

And they don't seem to be. "No, Jack, you'll die." I try to stop him, but he is dead set on breaking free. "Maybe, but I'll die protecting my mate, and that is the most honorable thing I have ever done." I shake my head. "No, no." If Jack dies, I cannot live with myself.

broken. “My mother was his fated mate,” he said finally. There was an echo of a smile on his face but it wasn’t warm. “She died giving birth to me. And he… he never forgave her for leaving him. Never forgave me for surviving.” He looked at me then, and I saw something raw in his eyes. “A fated mate is supposed to be everything. The other half of your soul. But when she died, he just… moved on. Like she was nothing. Like I was nothing.”

The murderer was out living her life, free and unbothered—all because of the man I trusted most. What I thought was happiness had been nothing more than a cage built on lies. After getting betrayed by my mate, it felt like a knife had torn through my heart. I could hardly breathe. I stumbled down the stairs and stepped outside. As I stood under the moonlight, I tried to steady my breath and calm myself. It was nearly midnight by the time the last light in the building finally went out. Alexander appeared in the doorway. As soon as he saw me, he smiled gently and took my hand.

She saw herself murder her destined mate three days before it happened. Lyra Veyne reads the dead for a living. Death Seers are illegal in every territory, so she hides in the shadows, whispering to corpses to catch killers no one else can find. Then one careless touch changes everything. The man who grabs her wrist is Alpha Cassian Draven, the most powerful wolf in the five territories. Instead of a final memory, Lyra sees his future: a burning city, blood on his chest, a silver blade in her own hands. "Why did you do this, Lyra?" he whispers. Then he dies. The moment their eyes meet, his wolf claims her. Mate. Cassian's oracle warns that the woman destined to be his mate

When the rain hit my face, I truly realized that I had really lived another life. In my past life, Caelum and I grew up together. Being together felt like the most natural thing in the world. He was good to me, gentle and caring, and I thought we were made for each other. Then Odette appeared, and everything changed. He became cold toward me. We fought constantly, bitter and resentful. On the day Odette left the Pack, he looked at me with red eyes and said, "Athena, I would burn in hell if it meant you would suffer."

I said, giggling so hard I almost dropped my basket, “You’re dramatic Vera, utterly ridiculous.” She swept her tangled hair like it was spun gold. “I deserve the drama, pup. Because I am the drama.” I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” Her laughter faded, though her eyes still glimmered with mischief and in that moment, I remembered the very first time I’d seen her. The memory hit me like an arrow. ______ Snow. Blood and Pain. I had been lying in it, my breath shallow and my body broken. Caelum’s blade still burned through my chest. I had closed my eyes, certain my last breath had left me. The world was dark. My parents gone. My mate…my mate…had killed m

Then shoved me back, his face flushing with anger. "Don't touch me. Have you no shame?" In my last life, after Catherine died, Oscar shut down. Year after year. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him angry like this. Let him hate me. He was twenty again. High-spirited. Alive. Still Oscar. The thought made my throat ache. But the rush of seeing him faded. I hadn't forgotten what I'd come back to do. I forced my voice steady. "Oscar. You don't want me as your mate because there's already someone else. You're in love with Catherine."

We invited the elders of Blood Moon Pack to witness it and announced that we were about to complete the mate ceremony. I would become his Luna. Someone gossiped that with omega blood, I wasn’t worthy of an Alpha. He turned around and crushed the company that person ran on Blood Moon territory, then made him kneel in front of me and apologize. I believed, completely, that Adrian truly loved me. Not because of status. Not because of fate. Until one day at the racetrack, he took me to support a friend, only for us to see a girl in revealing clothes, crying so hard. People shoved her to the finish line, where she stood there as the winner’s “trophy.”

I was the one who discovered her on the bathroom floor covered in blood. Since then, my father went mad from the broken mate bond and regretted all he had done to my mother. He eventually succumbed to the loss of his mate and died of a broken heart. That is what happens when a mate dies. The other goes mad with deep grief until they too die from the loss. I don’t want to end up that way. I know I need to stop, and my mate should be all I care about. Maybe, just maybe I will try hard for her.