The Runaway Mate Novels & Stories

Past “Please! Help!” Clouded with a thick fog of darkness restraining my path I continued to run away, gasping for air, my lungs were out of air but I didn’t care. Is that how mate-pull works? I constantly asked myself about this but my words always stuck in my throat and now only in my mind was to run away from those shackles we call mates. The moment I found one, I was left miserable by the ruthlessness of a beast who stole my right to live.

Lucas’s voice boomed through the evening air. “Run. Run as fast as you can.” My paws pounded against the ground as I weaved in and out of the trees. I didn’t bother hiding my scent leaving the smell of my arousal for my mate to follow. The thundering of paws drew closer as I pushed deeper into the forest. A ferocious howl shook the world around me just before my mate pounced, pinning me to the ground. “Shift.” He ordered, his own naked form sprawled atop me.

Why would I want to mate with my own mate under such circumstances when I can literally mate with him after we mark each other, it isn't like he is not a mate. "You are not happy, prove it," his tone was very hateful, every single word from his lips was striking me like a thunderbolt. "H---how!" I was ready to give him any explanation he asks for. I have set my mind to open the entire truth to him, from Roxanne abandoning me to this mysterious man bumping into me. He had a drink in his hand and he looked lost. I would have only helped him find his way to exit had I not felt the mate bond.

My courage to speak to him about the mate thing had evaporated in the thin air already. I bowed my head before I turned back and walked quickly inside my room. He went for a run to clear his head, and now he must have realized it already that I am not worthy enough to be his mate, and that I am just a nuisance he bought from the auction. I do not know how the moon goddess does it, but do mates always work? Isn’t that too good to be true? Destined for each other and love each other for the rest of their lives? It sounds magical and perfect. And that makes it sound to be impossible as well. Mates… it does not always mean a happy life and a happy ending isn’t it?

Lucky for them, they don't have father's to drag them away from their mates! My wolf has been off. She is too sad to even communicate with me. Well, for me, I am on the verge of running mad. I haven't been able to pull myself together. Trust me, I have every possible plan of escaping from here and running to Damien. I am sure every plan could work, I could make it to Damien's place. It could work but it wouldn't be helpful to our current problem. If I run mad, it will be father's fault. I have heard about and known many members of this pack and other packs who run mad after losing their mates. Some even die because of the depression of losing them.

If I stopped at this point, we both would probably end up losing our minds. When the spell was finally done, the breath that I had been holding escaped my lips as a strong gust. I was so drained that I sat there like a corpse; still, unmoving. I didn’t even have the energy to take my hand off his forehead. “Valence! Let me go!” Nivaan shouted as he sat up with a gasp. “I need to go and meet Emilia. She is about to give…..” His voice trailed as his gaze landed on me. “Who are you?” His eyes widened, “Are you here to stop me from meeting my mate?”

He gets all worked up every time we see him and is making training very hard for both me and Ryder. And at this point, there is absolutely no hope left in my heart anymore because both this marriage thing and the mate thing are not really going the way that I want them to. "Mate." Eris speaks in my mind as soon as I catch a whiff of that alluring fragrance. "He is already here, Snow. Our mate is nearby, and I am absolutely convinced of it." The fragrance combines a musky and sweet scent. I'm not sure how to explain it, but it's luring me in that direction.

60, 59, 58, 57… They did not even have a minute! Irene screamed at Isaac, "Run! You have to run!" She did not need Isaac to prove his love like this—if they both died, Tommy would be orphaned. And would Tommy survive, with all the enemies Isaac had? The answer was almost certainly no, but if Isaac survived, he would be able to protect Tommy. Nonetheless, Isaac merely smiled at her with a mysterious expression, leaving her speechless. Was he crazy, laughing at a moment like this?! "Think about Tommy oof—"

I say. The crimson slips out of his eyes, and he crosses his arms. “You know whatever you confide in me will not leave this room unless you want it to,” he says, and I nod in agreement. “Is this the reason you’re running away?” He saw right through me, did he? “You can say that, but I’m afraid it’s more than just me running away,” I say, sighing and raking my fingers through my hair. “The other night at the Equinox… I met my mate.”

I scoffed "You ran from him. He is just scared that you might run away again." Alaric told me "And you think I'm not? You think that I can't hear the whispers of the pack? Every day, I hear whispers that talk about how his mum doesn't want me for his mate and would much rather he mate with another female whether he rejects me or not. I'm not letting that stop me, I'm trying to give him a chance, I'm trying for the sake of my wolf to learn to love my mate, is it too much to expect the same effort from him? Yes, I ran! I know that; I have been abused since I was six. Mentally, physically, emotionally and worse of all sexually. I have lost count of how many times I was raped and then beaten and