The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

Farrow responds, voice strong and secure, "Not only I recognize how much I hurt her, but the reason I've been like this and the reason why I cheated is... Violet, that girl... she's my fated mate." That hit is so strong, I feel sick again. I might actually throw up. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

“By the time you get this letter, I will be gone, but I want to tell you that you showed me what the world was meant to be. The mate bond with you completed me.” The words were Lucian, his strength and his love condensed into ink. I broke down in tears, a guttural, wounded sound escaping my throat. I didn't want to continue reading, afraid of the words that waited on the next line. The elders had come closer to me, their hands hovering, ready to offer support, their faces full of sympathy. My mate is dead? The realization was an explosion of agony, a pain far greater than any arrow or wound. “He didn’t survive the war,” Garret said, his voice husky with unshed tears, confirming the devastati

I swear, sometimes I can still feel her—her slick, clammy fingers, her breath ghosting my skin, the mildew-stained cold of the cell where she kept me. “No, Edina,” Maerwynn says softly. “He’s not just claiming you. He knew. From the moment he saw you—he knew you were his mate.” She steps toward me, hand out like she means to touch me. I flinch back. “I don’t care,” I bite. “I’m no one’s mate.” The ache creeps in before I can stop it. “The only man I ever loved is dead.” My voice cracks. The words land heavier than I want them to. Because it’s true. I didn’t even get a moment to mourn him before this spiral began—before my life became fire and ash and lies.

He walked to me and held my shoulder. “If you truly want to see that day, you have to gain the happiness of your mate, you have to make her love you to the extent of being able to cross the mines for you,” he said, and that only made my confusion more tangled. “Why that?” I asked and he cleared his throat. “I will just need you to open your ears and listen attentively,” he said and I nodded, ready to listen to all that he had to say. Why do I have to gain my mate's happiness before my 23rd birthday? And why I still feel the mate bond even after rejecting her.

“Your mother was never my mate. It was just something I told people to get sympathy after her death. My true mate had always been Diana. She’s the one I love and will always choose over anyone. Your mother was just a placeholder.” I stared at him with disbelief, my mouth hanging open. “You’re serious?” I asked, my hands trembling at my sides. “Diana is your fated mate?” “Don’t you get it? I was never in love with your mother. Her death was the greatest day of my life,” he said through his teeth. This time, he did topple over, but he caught himself on the wall before he fell to the ground. “This… this can’t be true,” I breathed shakily, tears burning in my eyes. “You’re lying. You must be lyi

The way Mateo dismissed me when I talked about it, was enough prove that something must be up with them. I am in love with Mateo De Luca, but he was still grieving another woman. Nor just any woman, his sister. Mateo told me that I was setting myself up for heartbreak, and I knew it was true. I knew I should stop this marriage, but I was too far gone in love with him to even think of doing that. I am going to make him love me more than he ever loved Isla Moreno. She was already dead, and she was not better than me, dead or alive. I will be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and the perfect daughter-in-law.

anymore, but I was still that unwanted freak, no longer worthy of standing by his side. So, I told him we were over. I texted him that I’d fallen in love with someone else, then blocked him everywhere and transferred to another pack to study. After that, I never heard from him again. “Do you know how excited I was when I saw you at the airport?” Now, standing before me, Marcus’ eyes were red and glistening, as if he’d burst into tears any time soon. “You told me you loved someone else. Was it Jeremy?” I’d made up that excuse all those years ago just to break up with him, yet he still remembered it.

I was angry, too. It wasn’t fair of him to be in a long-term relationship when he knew he had a mate out there. It sure as Hell wasn’t fair to her or me for him to be playing both sides. The mate bond wasn’t something that could be resisted, but I also couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for her to have to give up the man she loves so suddenly. “You’re throwing everything away for some cursed woman who’s going to be dead soon. You think Death is going to let her live after this?”

He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder. “Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.” “I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.” “I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.”But doesn't it get boring though? Same woman? Same routine? I mean I might be able to stand it for a couple of weeks but not as long as you have. I'm kind of hoping that I'll never find my mate.”