The Spurned Mate Novels & Stories

Damon looked directly at me, without remorse, without showing any sign of regret and without love. The mate bond between us trembled badly. Then I heard the words that destroyed everything I owned. "Rowan Nightshade. I reject you as my mate." The world went silent, my vision blurred. A loud scream built inside my chest. The bond shattered. And darkness swallowed me whole

I added under my breath. She looked at me and smiled faintly. “Why did you call me?” “It’s about the mate mark… and how to renew it.” She chuckled. “I’m sure Damien told you how.” I lay on the bed with a sigh. “I don’t know if I should let him… have not tell him the truth.Telling him we’re not real mates will spoil everything.” “Like you said—we’re not the same. Maybe you and Damien are mates… and soulmates,” she said, sitting beside me and holding my hand.

She will bear his mark and his pup and I will always be nothing. I have exited the hospital when I feel him again. He spins me around and his hand rests on my face. The sparks are everything I had dreamed of and I have to fight the urge to lean into his hand. His eyes dance over my face and stop at my lips before coming back up to meet my eyes. “You're my mate.” Then a sadness flashes in his eyes. Anger floods my veins and I push him away. He feels sadness at being mated to me. “You are completely delusional. Here just so you will get the point. I, Spencer Sanderson…”

What had happened out there? “And your mate is in the hospital.” I add as he brushes past me. He freezes, but keeps his composure. “My mate was killed. I will never have another mate.” “We both know it doesn’t work like that. Damien is Raven’s second mate. Maybe it was time for you to be mated again.” He slowly turns his body around until he is facing me. “I don’t know what you think you know, Neah. I. Do not. Have. A. Mate!”

I had already achieved everything a man could possibly wish for, but I still didn't have a mate; I was dying inside, slowly. I tried to forget about it by sleeping with different women, I laughed at the thought of it. I've had so many women in my bed before I found my mate, I didn't see any need to hold back since I didn't have a mate. At some point, I even thought she might have lived and died without even meeting me. But at this point, I can honestly say that the wait was worth it in gold; I couldn't have asked for a better mate than Amelia.

~Wren~ “Mate” My world spins on its axis as I stare at the dying man before me, the cold hard knife of reality gutting me once again. My mate. Sebastian is my mate, and he is lying here in a pool of his own blood. I have never in my life seen someone in such a condition. Sebastian’s once perfect muscles shredded as they lie exposed and gushing blood, trying to knit his flesh back together. A huge gash oozes above his ear and his eyes wane in and out of focus.

Michael pledged before giving his final bow to the Queen of Grilux. "I love you, mother." Those were the words Vivienne could ever utter before Michael pulled her away from the room. Heading down to the underground chamber, Vivienne looked back for the last time and saw Queen Marita of Weacomor shot two arrows from outside the room. The next thing she heard is her mother's deafening scream because of pain. Vivienne vividly saw Queen Marita attacked her mother and King Felix fighting with his father. There's no way she would forget Weacomor's treachery, not until the day she will let her last breath go.

He didn't need any with me. I let out a bitter laugh and shut the computer, not wanting to see anything more. That night, I bought a plane ticket for three days later and made an appointment at the Hall of the Moon to erase my identity from the pack's records. Once everything was arranged, I opened the last gift my father had ever given me. It was a vial of bond-breaking potion. It would not only break my mate bond but also break the mind-link between me and the pack, so no one would ever sense my presence again.

His mate was dead. His mate is dead! Darach gazed at the evil bitch who had tricked him, giving him false hope that he had a shot at a happily ever after. He gazed at the vile witch with all the hatred that he could muster at the moment. She was one of them. 'She was not his mate.' His heart broke into a million pieces. The pain of losing his mate was hitting him again but this time it was worse than before. Tears fell from his eyes~

“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.