The Mating Season Book Novels & Stories

he caressed my bottom lip, and leaned in to seal his lips with mine. My heart skipped and raced in my chest from his words but I couldn’t say them back. Luckily for me, his mom appeared in the doorway to tell us the whole of the pack was waiting for us in the woods already. It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them.

We slowly walked toward the porch together while Amber disappeared back toward her truck. “So,” I said casually. “Did I miss anything important?” Sebastian immediately smirked. “Oh, absolutely.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like?” “Well…” he dragged the word out dramatically. “None of us found our mates yet.” The relief that hit me was so immediate and embarrassing that I had to look away quickly before he noticed. “Oh.” “Yeah,” he sighed dramatically. “Mating season has basically become a giant disappointment festival…Maybe the moon goddess is not in the mood to matchmake anyone .”

KANE I stood in the shadows, watching as Catherine sat with my mother. I watched how her delicate fingers scribbled something on parchment. They were outside in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers. My mate was here, just within reach, yet something gnawed at me. A primal need to claim her, to keep her close, warred with the fear that I could destroy her. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. My mother’s voice floated over to me, cheerful and full of excitement as she guided Catherine through the process of sending invitations to dignitaries across the realm. Invitations for a mating ceremony she really wanted to happen.

Lucas was nowhere in sight, even though his scent was thick in every corner of the room and my wolf purred in content as it came over us like a heavy downpour. I knew I said I hated him, there was no other way to feel about him, especially with the circumstances surrounding our supposed mating , but I could never forget what was no doubt the best night of the entire twenty-five years of my life. Suddenly, I felt a small tingling in ear and immediately knew he was near. I moved before I could think, not wanting to be anywhere near him right now and before I knew it, I was locking myself in a wardrobe after dashing into what I now figured to be his closet.

She replied, "Amy has given birth to the first boy but she is having difficulty in pushing the second. She can't bear the pain so Snowstorm decided to come out which is harmful to her and the baby." "You are needed right now, only you can calm her down now, or else we will lose both." She concluded Before she finished speaking, Theodore was running down the hallway into the room she was in. He could hear growls, whimpers, and cries. He could feel Snowstorm's emotions, he could see her getting restless and now his wolf Cloud is nudging him to go near his mate. He is threatening to come out so he can comfort his mate. Adrianna and the others ran after him with looks of concern. There hadn't be

Another member of the council questioned me as I ambled closer to them. “Any odds I find my mate and he ends up being a low ranking to me, what would I do?” I asked them as one of the chiefs lifted a brow at me. “Well, he has to reject you,” The council replied to me. “Can't I reject him instead as an Alpha?” I asked worriedly. “No that would not be possible, he is the male and you are the female, he has to be the one rejecting you not you rejecting him. That's law” the council replied to me.

I heard Chloe say softly behind me. I turned to look at her and there I saw her with a smile on her face. Soon she began to leave the house like she was possessed by something. I remained to stare at her and slowly I began to follow her until we were both outside. I stood and stared at the large full moon above me, watching me from above and back at Chloe as she went away from the house. As she did, she stripped herself naked until I was not able to see her anymore. That was how the mating season for us she-wolf went. We were led by the moonlight to our mate without any clothes, when we find each other, we will make love and he will mark us as his own and later carry us off to his home.

Snow The last thing I ever wanted was a filthy, perverted soldier for a mate. Or worse—one of the triplets. So, I hid. I bathed in perfume, drowned myself in it, but the scent still broke through—wild, new, impossible to contain. "You couldn't hold it off this year, could you?" she asked softly, concern threading through her voice. "I can smell your wolf. It's strong." Fuck. If she could smell it, even through this storm of roasted meat and spiced bread... then everyone else could too.

She winked and skipped all the way back to her room, singing, “It’s the Mating Season... I want a big wolf! I want a big wolf!” The mating season wasn’t what everyone meant by the mating ball. It was actually called the season of heat, but many referred to it as mating season to make it sound more appropriate. The term was pretty self-explanatory. It was the time of the month when the mated wolves went into heat. They had the highest sexual drive, and got intimate, mostly to get pregnant. The priests referred to this season as the most beneficial for the process of child-making, as it was believed that children born during this time would be healthy and powerful.

Sometimes people have claimed that there was this spark, this chemistry that leads them to know beforehand, but that’s not true for everyone. I sometimes feel like it’s an unfair advantage that the Moon Goddess had given the male wolves, but it’s not like we can do anything about it. What’s been set in stone can’t be changed. Just like the mating bond itself. Once you feel the pull of the mating bond, you can never look at anyone else. It does seem unfair to me, almost like an arranged marriage where you don’t really have a say in the matter and are forced to love the person who was chosen for you, even if said choosing is done by a Goddess. It felt more like a beautifully decorated cage.