The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

He was gone! My mate was gone! I killed him! Finally, I took my revenge and killed my soulmate. My misfortune, he's dead!

Alfred muttered, "He died by his own hands after Reiss' mother left. Poor thing left with a son to nurse." That was a sad story. It only showed what humans were capable of. Vile creatures who knew nothing but to hurt each other. "That must have broken him, poor soul." Alfred sighed again, "Now, to you. Tell me what's happening." Ah, yes. My sad sob story. I was now dreading having to talk to him about it now. "I found the one I'd been looking for." "What?" Alfred's eyes bulged. "The traitor? You found her?"

I beamed at him, the words carrying the weight of a lifetime's worth of emotion. He smiled, a genuine expression that reached his eyes. “And I love you too, Cassidy.” As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the sounds of the celebration outside seemed to fade into the background. But in this moment, there was only us, only our love—a love that had weathered storms and battles, and emerged stronger than ever before. My mate, who once desired to kill his mate, is now pouring his eternal love for me…until death do us part. The End

Lucinda wept all through the processes of the burial, it wasn't easy to make her quiet. As future may have it, the two Alphas got married, and hoped to live happily family. See u in the next chapter mystery goes om bye

This way I will never have to be mates with anyone and since my heart will forever be craving you and aching for you I will die till the very end with always having a part of you with me. What is wrong with him? Why would he want himself to be in such pain? Would he really die without me like Reemus said? No, that was a lie, I am sure but I did read about mates when separated without mating and marking often felt pain. Why would he wish to go through this? Was he a fool? ‘You must be cursing at me right now for being so dramatic and stupid but that is exactly how much I love you. So if you can then please at least remember me, if not as someone you cared about then at least someone who you h

And Damian— Goddess. Damian. I had finally found him. Or maybe he'd found me. And I'd barely gotten the chance to know what loving him could've been like. Would he eventually find someone else? The mate bond was supposed to be sacred. Permanent. What happened when one mate died? Would he spend the rest of his life mourning someone he'd barely had the chance to love? Or would the Moon Goddess eventually give him another chance? Another woman. My stomach twisted. “Nope.”

He was a beacon of light in my life, the reason I had given up everything to protect him. With Mathew asleep in my arms, the stillness of the night allowed haunting memories to resurface, a cruel contrast to the tenderness I felt for my son. Four years ago, Alpha Dominic's whispered declaration of "mate" and the subsequent rejection replayed in my mind, each moment etched in painful detail. The memory of that fateful night was a shadow that had haunted my existence, but in Mathew, I found a source of healing and love that eclipsed all the darkness I had endured.

I had been putting off reading the letter Rose sent to me for so long but now decided to open it today. #By the time you read this I’ll be long gone. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it wasn’t exactly a love filled story as my mate didn’t want me but still prevented me from going away and used me to shelter you and Jaden. I’m sorry for not telling you so many things, I should have since we were friends. I need you to understand that I could not find it in me to tell you even when I really wanted to, even when I also needed a friend to hug the worries and fears out of me. You are the strongest person I know Hazel and I’ll never forget you but apparently my heart’s too frail to stay away from my m

There was no way he would trick me into believing such lies. “Yes, she is my mate,” Matthew declared, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I knew she was my mate the very first day I saw her, but I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t accept it. How can I tell everyone that my mate is a murderer? How can I look you in the face and tell you that the lady who killed your mate and brought you so much pain was my mate? I was too ashamed and heartbroken to say it to anyone, so I decided to keep it to myself and reject our bond. I even wanted you to kill her, so that was why, at first, I was urging you to kill her. But since you didn’t, I became so drawn to her. I tried my best to ignore our bonds, but no mat

The ghosts of my previous mates lingered in the recesses of my memory, a haunting reminder of love lost and lives cut short. The truth began to surface like a bitter pill. It wasn't a matter of simply saying no; it was an act of selflessness. I couldn't bear the thought of becoming their mate only to witness the inevitable – the tragic end that seemed to follow me like a relentless shadow. The specter of death loomed on either side, and the weight of that realization pressed down on me with an unbearable force.