The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

I don’t think I could love someone else as much and that wouldn’t be fair to him. It nearly killed me when my mate died. Brandon never got to know him. I was pregnant at the time he died. I kept him safe and raised him well, knowing that he had the potential to be a great man. Just like his father. No one could replace him. The mate bond is wrong. “Brandon,” I whispered, trying to wake him up. The man opens his eyes. “Mate,” Mesha says, making it official. He looks as shocked as I am.

They were a lot of mate-less wolves in the park and half of them turned out to be that their mates were killed before they met and some had to watch them die in a fight after they had met and mated. Is she among the ones that their mates were already dead? Could it be her soul mate is dead or is she without a soul? If not why, why after three long years going to four she still hasn’t seen him? A certain white, almost paled face with tempting midnight blue eyes flashed in her mind and she remembered her wolf’s attraction to him on their first meeting before she knew what he was. Her wolf has never reacted to any man like that and yet she did to him and still did tonight even though he was yel

"Now that I am dead, you don't have to feel guilty about loving Alaska." Those words hurt me. Not because they were said out of hate or spite. They hurt because it was true. Mates were eternal. An ordinance you took knowing that till death do you part and I had been grateful to have a mate. But even my mate hadn't been enough. Alaska was the one I wanted. Alaska was the only one I ever wanted and even the existence of my mate and the bond was not enough to seal that hole.

Death was better than living with the guilt that the one person that truly loved me, died protecting me and I never realized it. "I allowed some mate bond, mate mark and whatnot define your love for me. We might not be true mates but I know that you truly love me. A true lover will fight for his beloved until the end of his life and that is exactly what you have done. I claimed to love you just as much you loved me but I couldn't prove it. I'm sorry, I really am. I hope that in your death, you will be able to forgive me." Memories of how our love story began, replayed in my head over and over again.

"Not even the truth about your mate?" The word hit Matthias like a physical blow. His first mate, dead for over a decade, it had nearly driven him mad with grief. The bond that had eventually led him to Raine, to love again despite the pain. "She's dead," he said hoarsely. "I felt her die. I mourned her." "Did you?" Killian's laugh was like breaking glass. "Or did you feel what I wanted you to feel? She's alive, Matthias. Has been all these years, waiting in a place where you'll never find her."

"Of course it matters. I was her mate once. I have the right to know." Hearing Damien's words, I found them laughable. Apart from that marriage certificate, had he ever considered himself my mate? Ethan was merciless, striking straight at Damien's heart. "From your wedding day until the dissolution of your mate bond, did you ever consider yourself Emily's mate for even a single day?" Damien's face paled, and he was left speechless. Ethan let out a long sigh. "You should go. Emily is gone now. There's no point in dwelling on the cause of her death. Besides, you're Sarah's mate now. Mind your position. I don't want her coming to make trouble for me."

Something I thought I would never feel. I took Alfred as my chosen mate because I didn’t have a choice. My mother was dying and we didn’t have any money. Alfred fell in love with my beauty and promised to pay for my mother’s hospital bills if I agreed to be mated to him. Because of that, she was able to die peacefully in the care of the hospital. I never regretted my decision to do what I had to in order to take care of her.

I wouldn’t bear anyone touching me right now. I was a horrible person. My mate was killed in the most horrible way. I had watched him die in my arms, unable to do anything, yet I was pining after another. Another that was still my mate, and every part of me longed for him, eager to see him. Yet every part of me still longed for Micah, for the bond we had barely been able to enjoy. The goddess was truly cruel, taking my mate so early only to bring me another.

Mateo wasn’t looking pleased at all. This boy seems to know me too well, how is he aware?. I don’t want to lose Cecilia again, and that’s the truth. “What are you saying? Have you forgotten she’s my mate and…” “You keep saying my mate, my mate, my mate, have you forgotten she’s dead?” Mateo yelled. “Yes brother, I know I was mad because of my mate, but the truth is he’s dead, and I should move on. But you should be glad that you now have a new mate and not Cecilia” Mia sounded so calm and soft this time around.

Murphy came forward. Grabbing his collar, Sebastian yelled, "Get Annabelle over here right now!" She arrived within minutes. Annabelle circled the pool of blood before shaking her head regretfully. "Alpha, she cannot be saved." "No way!" Sebastian roared stubbornly, "You can bring a werewolf back to life! Revive her wolf. I'll do anything…" "It's no use, Alpha," interrupted Annabelle. "Have you forgotten? Her wolf … has been sacrificed." Sebastian broke down completely. Finally, he grasped the fact that he had lost me forever. The girl who loved him with all she had—the girl who sacrificed everything for him—was dead.