Romans & histoires The Spurned Mate

“Send in Eden.” His balls were still aching for release, even now. He’d never had a type before, but Amira called to him like that of a siren, and he almost fell for it. Although she was a rogue and a leader of the rebels, he couldn't deny Amira was something else. Rhys despised her for it. He despised his thoughts towards her. It was just the lingering tendrils of affection he barely felt from the mate bond that never was. Baltir remained seated a moment longer, staring at him in disbelief. He shouldn't. Sure, he found his 'mate'. That didn't mean shit. Not now. Not ever.

This man is truly the dumbest. “Because you said you need time away from me. You broke up with me, so that means we’re not together anymore,” I explain very, very slowly. Elliot just looks mad, “So why would you want your mom to annoy you talking about ‘your mate’?” “Because you are my mate,” he growls, his Alpha presence getting heavier once again, “I know it sounds like I'm talking in circles, but... I just want you to admit that we have a bond. It's really all I need to hear. He wants to hear it."

Was he avoiding me? I twisted and turned all night, waiting for him, but he didn’t return. My heart ached for my mate. I realized what the mad rush was all about. It was the last time we mated! It was his farewell! Tears of helplessness crept into my eyes and I wept brokenly into my pillow. Couldn’t he feel my pain? Why couldn’t he let me stay with him? I didn’t need saving? I just didn’t want to live alone. We could face the enemy together and embrace death together! That was what fated mates were for! How could he decide for me?

“Would you still say that if he found out that Declan is my mate?” Spade didn’t offer a reply. Instead, he let me mull over my question. Being Declan’s mate changes everything. If Declan dies, I will be left with agonizing pain, and I’d rather choose death than live in a world without my mate. At least, that was how my sixth-grade homeroom teacher, Miss Dianna, described the mate bond. “That’s a question only our alpha can answer. But I’m curious, Heart, doesn’t the mate bond heal all the wounds of your past?” Spade’s question was salt rubbed onto my wounds.

“But the mate bond is there and there is nothing anyone can do about it. We are destined to be with each ot—” “Enough,” he cut me off. He was hyperventilating, almost panicking. “It is sad that I have to do this now. I, Malakai Ravenscroft of the Seven Isles, reject you as my mate and my soulmate.” I felt the mate bond snap, and the pain was worse than anything I had ever felt before. Not even when Alex had rejected me a day ago. I let out a cry as I clutched my chest, feeling the stabbing pain, but there was nothing I could do. It was over. My mate did not want me, and neither did my second chance mate. I swallowed as I moved away from him, bringing up my clothes to cover my exposed skin.

But he couldn't punish her, the mate bond had not been severed and he couldn't hurt her. He couldn't even scold her, because for some reason…he had enjoyed her looking at him. Disgusting. This mate bond was making him fucking illogical because how on earth would he enjoy the murderer of his wife staring at him naked? That bond had to be served, as soon as possible. How could he even possible have another mate in the first place? Francia was his mate and she passed, was it that the gods were giving him another mate or he was always destined to have two mates?

“I don’t even know what the hell I was thinking back then, but I know now that I was wrong.” My hands clenched together. “I told you already… I won’t blame you if you leave. I won’t try to stop you. But Adele…” My voice broke. “Please… Forgive me.” The words dissolved into sobs. My shoulders shook as the tears came again. And then, something touched my face. Something soft and warm. I felt gentle fingers brush across my cheek, wiping away the tears sliding down my skin and my entire body froze. The mate bond exploded with tingling warmth the moment that touch happened and I knew that feeling. There was no mistaking it. Slowly, almost afraid of what I might see, I lifted my head and looked up

She felt so angry. Cory’s deep blue eyes went dark, “Even if she disagreed, you are still my mate, L. Forget about the rejection. Whether you accept or not, I will never allow you to have a second chance mate.”

“In the script, the woman’s mate died. What happens after?” “She died,” he said simply, and I gasped in disbelief at such a cruel thing. “She died?!” I exclaimed. “Why?” “Having a mate, especially a marked one, means that they are one with you. It's a foolish soul contract. When a mate dies, the bond between the two is severed, causing an intense pain, akin to heartburn, and it’s like a slow death.” I blinked. Wow, I never knew this. “Is there any way to prevent untimely death to one's mate?” I asked, feeling crestfallen for some reason.

he admitted, his words coming out in a halting rush. My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within me. It was both heartwarming and unnerving to see how much Mathew had grown, his budding abilities allowing him to pick up on his father's thoughts. "Well," I began, choosing my words carefully, "marking a mate is a special bond between two people, like Daddy and me. It's a way for mates to show their love and commitment to each other. When you become older you will know."