The Runaway Mate Novels & Stories

I still see some of Phillips men trailing after me but I luckily evaded them. The sound of music, laughter's and clinking of glasses was really what I needed to get my mind off what was threatening to consume me. I was bothered and worried about my future. How long would I keep running from Phillip and his men? Would I have a fated mate? All those thoughts ran through my mind as I slipped the tequila I ordered. The sharp taste burns my tongue as I bobbed my head to the music. I had an approachable look on my face. I had engaged in various flings with men over the months but it wasn't enough to quench the dying hunger of wanting my own mate, one fated to me and only 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.

"Yes." Athen leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to mine, his kiss filled with an intensity that left me breathless. It was a kiss of possession and affirmation, a silent promise of protection and love. I felt his hands move over my body, exploring every inch of me as if to reassure himself that I was really there. Finally, he pulled back, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're my destined runaway mate," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "Yes, my cursed alpha," I said, my voice filled with warmth and love

Run. Breathe. Run. Run. Run. Breathe. I let out another howl as images of Harris and Michelle replayed in my mind. Red. I saw nothing but red. Despite the pain of being rejected by my mate, I still had the strength in me to run away as far from him as possible. I would stumble on a few tree branches from time to time but my anger along with my wolf's pushed me to go further.

She started by taking a step back, he didn’t move and she took another one and another one and another and then she turned and started running back as fast as her legs could carry her. Edward was shocked seeing her run. He had been trying to make out the meaning of her emotions. At some point it had felt like she was happy being mated to him and the next minute she was afraid and now she was running? He means, what made her think she could ever outrun him in this lifetime?

I looked at her before faking a smile, “I ran away from my husband, that is the only statement I can tell,” “He found me, so here I am,” I added before drinking my tall glass of water. I didn’t come mentally prepared for this. “Then why did you run away? You almost endangered the business ties with our family,” Mother complained. “So that is all you care about? Sebastian losing me and you guys are losing your business?” I almost scoffed, “I don’t know why I am not surprised,” I almost flinched when someone held my hand under the table. I looked at Sebastian and he was giving me this reassuring look that I needed.

It definitely felt too thin for me, I couldn't catch my breath, choking on nothing. I stand seven feet away, invisible. My heart doesn't break; it splinters. A thousand tiny fractures. I'm not sure how I'm still upright. I knew this was coming—the Soul Keepers made the announcement multiple times—but knowing and seeing are totally different things. Seeing is agony. Why us? Why now? Every season of the Mate Hunt has been simple: one male, one female, five months in the wilderness, mate or have your soul sucked right out of you. Clean. Brutal.

“I want you running because you know I’m behind you.” My heart hammered against my ribs, wild and desperate. He stepped back, every line of his body taut with restraint. “Go.” “And if I don’t?” His smile was all wolf, no mercy, no gentleness, only hunger sharpened to a razor edge. “Then I’ll stop pretending I care about the rules.” I held his gaze one last second, need and hatred warring inside me. Then I ran... burning, wild, and more alive than I’d ever been.

His pack was already on the verge of collapse, losing money since he was not doing his job. That was why he honed his attention on marriage, hoping to stabilize the political situation with the help of the Alpha King. Not only had he failed in that, but he had even offended the Alpha King. Jeremy’s pack soon fell, and he became a rogue wolf. On the day of the mating ceremony, I walked toward the man I loved in my wedding dress. Marcus, dressed in a black suit, looked fondly at me from across the room. Before the Moon Goddess, we made our vows, promises that would last a lifetime.

She can't even last an hour without getting irritated just by looking at him. "Are you ready to marry me?" "You think I will be standing next to you if I'm not? Do you even have a brain? You gave me no choice? You locked my mother in a place you call medical facility and who knows where. If I hear something about my mother getting hurt or dying I will burn off everything you own. Media is vast, Damien. I hope you're not dumb" She scoffed. "Careful, little actress. I'm asking nicely." "There's nothing nice about marrying a stranger and a mafioso. So fvck off before I decide to runaway."