The Spurned Mate Novels & Stories

His reflection looks like a shadow but I knew better what was going through his head. I turn to them. “You know what this means. Second chance mates can’t be rejected.” The words hang there. Finn lets out a sharp laugh, bitter. “Can’t be rejected? Don’t even remind me. Do you remember what happened last time with our last mate, no one knew she was a hunter” We all go quiet. Of course he was right. Remembering her name alone is enough to make the air heavy. Finn swears under his breath. “She nearly ruined us. Nearly exposed us.”

he explained, a stark contrast to his son's approach on the topic. Camden took a deep breath, gathering her strength before she began. "Well, I met my mate, Clayton, first. We were together for a while before there was... an incident. He drowned and, essentially, he must have been dead for at least some period of time before I managed to resuscitate him. Not long after that, I ran into Matt, and it turned out that he was my mate too. So, I'm assuming that Clayton died, leading me to be granted a second chance mate, that being Matt. Obviously, the issue now is that Clayton is not dead, and my feelings for him are very much still alive. I don't want a second mate, but I don't simply want us to

“I want to take things slow and just know each other better. I want to make this right.” “I appreciate that,” he tells me, but he has a hint of protest in his tone. “You have to understand, though. The thing with mate bonds is that they’re not completely severed until you take another mate. That’s how it works. That’s how it worked for your old mate, right?” “Well, yeah,” I reply after a beat. “She and Arthur are mated.” “Exactly.” He looks at me and smiles. “And after that she forgot all about you.”

And my mate had been taken. finis

The sheer force of his grief shattered every glass object in the funeral hall. Above it all, I floated, weightless in the glow of the moonlight. I looked down at my fading form. My once-solid claws had nearly disappeared. By the laws of our kind, those who died betrayed by their mates would never ascend to the Moon Goddess. Instead, they would become nothing but scattered dust in the moonlight. Forever trapped where they had perished. On the ground below, Sophia had collapsed, trembling violently. And the pack? They bared their fangs at her.

When he finally pulled away, he stared at my shocked face. "I didn’t find any mate, Violet. I was depressed that I hadn’t. I even traveled home to pray to the goddess for the best mate. And when I returned, it didn’t take long to realize...it’s you. You’re my mate." I froze in disbelief. A second-chance mate? Finally? I scoffed and looked down, laughing bitterly. How could this be possible?

“Just look after her, okay? I don't expect you to forgive, forget, or even listen to her. But just keep an eye out for her and let me know if she’s not okay.” “Just keep an eye out?” I asked. "Yeah, and you know, maybe actually acknowledge her existence for once, but if that’s too much to ask...” And there was the protective mate again. His words came out with such attitude that I had to hold myself back from getting angry. Too much to ask... Didn’t he realize I was already stuck in an impossible situation? I rejected my mate only to see her have a future with my best friend. I’m not even sure Atalanta is affected by what happened between us. I’m not sure if she truly loved me.

The moon shone on half of her face, leaving the other side covered in shadows, and I bit my lip, ready to finally end my connection with her, and say goodbye to the life I could have had with her. Swallowing, I placed a fist across my chest, and told myself I would be fine. I would find a way to pick myself back up. “I, Alpha Jeremy Sparks of the Midnight Fury Clan accept Luna Athena Lockwood of the DarkWood Pack's proposal to break off the mate bond we share. May we be mates no more.” I said, and immediately I said the words, I felt a bolt of pain strike my heart. As sudden as a lightning storm.

I tried to shake it off, but it lingered, seeping into my senses, refusing to let go. “What is that, Spencer?” I asked, half-hoping my wolf would tell me I was overreacting or that I was still on my sex high. Why does she smell like…” “Mate,” Spencer finished, his voice gruff. I almost dropped the necklace. Mate? The word echoed in my head, bouncing around like a pinball. That couldn’t be right. I already had a mate. Arianna. My mind scrambled for logic,but my feet were already moving, following Mila’s scent like a moth to a flame.

Flashlights cut jagged beams through the thick, midnight darkness, illuminating patches of manicured lawn, scattered debris, and the terrified faces of pack members being ushered into secure bunkers. But I couldn't care less about the perimeter. My world had narrowed down to a singular, suffocating realization. *Sophia was gone.* The thought repeated in my mind like a deafening war drum, driving a spike of pure adrenaline straight into my veins. Beneath my skin, my wolf roared in agony and fury, clawing at the boundaries of my consciousness, desperate to tear through my flesh and break free. The beast didn't want tactics. It didn't want order. It wanted blood, and it wanted the mate who had