The Mate Who Died For Me Loved Another Novels & Stories

“Why do you keep trying to control everything in my life? You rejected me, remember? You have no right to tell me what to do when you're not my mate.” “But you don't even have a mate, Ashley,” Jason snapped at me, his nose flaring in anger. I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat, my chin jutting forward as I stared at him in defiance. “I had a chosen mate. His name was Zane. He died, Jason. I should be married now and perhaps pregnant, but he fucking died. Stop acting as if you weren't aware that Zane was in the picture!” “It's a good thing he died, because I could have killed that bastard myself before he made his vows to you,” he retorted.

"Then I'll be the first." "Why?" He was almost shouting now. I had never heard Krystal raise his voice before. "Why would you do this? Is being tied to him so bad? He's not like the others. He's never hurt you. I've seen how he looks at you. The whole pack has seen it. Why would you rather die than be his mate?" I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything. About the fire. About the voice. About Silas leaning close to my ear in the ring. About the curse that sat in my throat like an icy hand.

Ethan stared at him through gritted teeth. "Of course I love Grace Carter." "I love her more than you do." "But why did she have to be so blind? Why did she have to throw her whole life away on you?" Adrian laughed out loud. "Throw her whole life away on me?" "If I remember correctly, you're her current mate." "When I was in the ICU, she brought you to my room and said the person she truly loved was you. She said she was only with me because she pitied me."

When the potion took hold, the agony of my brain being eaten alive made me want nothing more than to die. But I would cling to life, no matter the cost, until every last person here knew the truth. The crowd pressed closer, every eye fixed on me, hungry to finally learn what was behind these murders. One year ago. The season when the apple trees bloomed. Owen asked me to be his mate beneath a canopy of white apple blossoms. His hands were covered in cuts and scars from forging the silver dagger.

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue. Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself. The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds. My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell. The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in. The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask.

I aimlessly went through her things, desperate for any clue about her. In the back of the nightstand drawer, I found a hidden compartment. Inside was a thick journal. I opened the first page and saw her familiar handwriting: "Alpha sent me to clear out the trouble at the harbor today. The rogues are dangerous. But if Alpha needs me to, I'd die for him. Maybe this is what the Moon Goddess meant by making us mates—I’ll always be by his side." My hands started to shake. I turned the page. "Another near-death mission. A silver bullet went through my chest. I almost didn't make it. But seeing Alpha safe makes it all worth it. I love him, even if he doesn't love me."

All I could do was wrap my arms around her and pull her tightly against my chest, I had fallen hard for this girl in only two days and now I would have to help her somehow come to terms with the death of her mother and most probably soon to be her father’s as well. It was no secret that if two mates have been together for many years, once one dies the other just can’t live without his or her other half. The mate bond was sacred and in that moment of feeling her agony slice through me like a sword I instantly felt remorse for how fucken horribly I had treated Sean and my sister’s situation when they were forced to reject one another.

He still fought to protect my mom just as much as he did his own mate and that's what made my dad finally calm down according to my mom. Still Bran was just as upset as I was when my parents died. I know a part of him still loves my mom and I always thought that was sweet. After all she was his first love. However when it came to his mate I knew he would do anything for her just as she would him. I smiled to myself thinking about that. That smile quickly disappeared though when I remembered my own predicament.

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

If he died that long ago, then he wasn't the one. I raised my head and looked at Grandma and I was surprised she had tears in her eyes. I stood up and hurried over to her. I sat beside her and wrapped my hands around her, placing my head on her shoulder. She chuckled to lighten the mood but I could tell it was filled with sadness. "You must be thinking he was my mate, but he wasn't. Evander was the guy I fell in love with and could never let go of, especially since I never found my mate. He was also the strongest person I know and until the day he died, he was the only one I could never defeat."