The Runaway Mate Novels & Stories

My Mate **

“I don’t have much. I’m… kind of on the run.” Her eyes widen, curiosity lighting up her face. “You’re on the run? From who? Tell me!” She leans forward eagerly, her excitement almost contagious. For the first time in what feels like forever, I laugh softly. “You’re going to be fun to live with,” I say. “But no—it’s not that kind of chase. I’m on the run from my true mate.” Her mouth drops open, but she grins. “That sounds intense. You have to tell me everything later. Only if you’re comfortable, of course.”

And at the same time, I had seen him approaching me as well. I had tried to run away, but my body wouldn't let me. It was as if it had taken a mind of its own that day. And Anya’s sudden excitement that day had been another case on its own. When we had gotten closer to each other, we stood and stared at each other lustily for about a minute. My heart had raced so bad that I thought it was going to leave my chest. And when we both suddenly uttered the word, ‘Mate’ simultaneously, I knew a change of plans was occurring. And that was what landed me here.

I said slowly and her eyes snapped to mine, “It might sound stupid but just remember that I wasn’t really taught much about us,” “No problem; shoot,” “Can a person have two mates?” she looked taken aback by my question. “Well no; unless their first mate is dead,” from everything I’ve picked up Logan’s mate is not dead, “Or they are rejected.” “So if your mate dies or rejects you then you can get another one; right?” “Yes; if you accept the rejection,” she turned to me, “Why all the questions about mates?” “I know it sounds really crazy and farfetched but I think Logan is my mate,”

I'm mad at him, and every time he calls, I never talk to him. He said I was his mate before? Now I think he lied because mates can't bear to be away from each other. I knew it because Hunter and Emmett already found their mate, and Hunter's mate turned out to be Che Che, and Emmett was Lauren. They are always together wherever they go, and I was left behind alone and lonely watching them.

Will he want me to wear crop tops and short skirts like Haisley and Rowan and the other young, mated females? Acid rises in my throat as my adrenaline spikes. He can make you do whatever he wants. Run and hide. Run and hide. Run and hide. I force myself to move the hamper back where it belongs, unlock the door, and walk at a steady pace to the back of the cabin. I’m not going to run. I’m just going to look out the storm door and remind myself that I can leave at any time. I’m not trapped. Your mate can smell you. Once he mounts you, he can track you by the bond. Pull you by the leash. You’ll never get away.

My wolf growled My wolf ran in a rush, the scent of my mate was getting stronger but I can’t sense a wolf; that only means that my mate is a human. That’s not a problem though, although it’s gonna be a hell lot of explaining about the mate bound and will require a hell lot of patience but I think I can do it, anything for my mate. I continued to run and then slow down once I saw some men walking out of an abandoned cabin. My mate is a man?

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.

His charming lips continue to beg for a kiss. "Fuck!" I said out loud. "I have to get going. I don’t need a mate." As I force myself to run, my nails sink into the moist soil. Run as swiftly as my claws will allow. I’m exhausted, both physically and mentally, but my only priority is to flee and run as far as I can. I know my wolf is giving up due to exhaustion and a lack of oxygen, but I’m still racing. I can hear my pursuers howling behind me, and I know I’m running out of time. My wolf eventually gives up, and I collapse in the woods. My eyes brim with tears as I think about how my life will alter if my mate catches me.

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace, leaving my mate Alpha Rene Beck to believe I was dead. Now I've been found. And Rene isn't the young man I left behind anymore. He's stronger. Colder. Crueler. More dangerous. The kind of Alpha who can command a room with a single look, and make my body remember exactly what it felt like to belong to him. But for him now, I am just his runaway mate who shattered him and vanished without explanation. And he is just the Alpha who calls my 4 years old boy a bastard, who has no idea he's looking at his own flesh and blood. He drags us back to his pack and informs me that in four months he's marrying my half-sister, the woman who helped ruin my