The Unloved Mate Novels & Stories

Ashamed of having been caught taunting the other female. The youngest of the pack. “Jaecar?” Samantha’s quaking voice drew him from the memory of enacting penance on the camp whore. “No.” He said flatly. “I don’t need Aloira. I’ve another woman in mind this year.” “You’ve chosen a mate?” Samantha took a step forward from the mantle. “Have you?” He countered. Turning to cast an intense look over his shoulder at her. “You know I will not! I’ve no wish to have a male sweating upon me. Trying to get me with pup and then biting into me to show I’ve become his property…And that’s if I survive it. Which we both know…I’m small…”

At half past seven I gave up and poured a glass of water and stood at the window and admitted to myself that Cassandra had been in my thoughts consistently since she arrived and that this was not improving. It was getting worse. The mate bond was not something that announced itself with clarity. It did not arrive fully formed and named. It built the way weather builds, slow and accumulative, until suddenly the sky was a different colour and you could not remember when the change had started. She was human. She could not feel what I was feeling. She could not understand what it meant in the way a wolf would. But she had looked at me this morning in the hallway after the garden and there had b

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th

MAHNOOR WON, MY MATE WON, I'M SO PROUD OF HER SHIT........ THAT MEANS I'LL HAVE TO FIGHT HER FOR THE FINALS. WHY GODDESS, WHY ME........... **Mahnoor's pov** I WON. I'M AT THE FINALS NOW. LAST STEP TO BE ALPHA'S ALPHA. SHIT........I'LL HAVE TO FIGHT BADAR FOR THE FINALS. Ahh Badar!!!! Why did I have to be your mate out of all these Alphas? Ahhhhh I hate you Badar , I hate that I am falling in love with you, I hate that you are my mate and I hate that I will be incomplete without you.....

I wanted to know if I did something wrong or if I took my mate from someone. "Look, it's a bit long to explain but I think you will get it since you know that your mother and I are not mates. We are not even chosen mates either. My mate died on the battlefield years ago, and your mother got rejected by her mate, Alpha Damien but their story is a bit different than ours. She was lonely and so was I. I became her friend, just a friend. I never thought of falling for her, I knew she could have a second chance mate or maybe I could. But when things got normal for both of us, we realised that our friendship was more than a friendship. Soon, I proposed to her and she accepted. We got married and y

It was the worst experience ever. Werewolves are blessed with mates but I was cursed with one. They say a mate is your soulmate, your other half. Someone who would love and cherish you unconditionally. But mine was a nightmare, he tortured me both physically and emotionally. He looked at me with so much hatred just because I wasn’t the one he was in love with.

Even if all of the doors and windows were open, I wouldn’t be able to make it out of the house with this chain attached to my ankle. I haven’t eaten; just sleeping and crying. I hate this damn mate bond. As hurt and disgusted as I am, I want Laslo here more than anything else. I want to run my fingers through his hair and feel his hands on my body. I want to feel his lips on mine. I keep dreaming about him inside of me and it drives me insane. I get disgusted feeling this way because Laslo doesn’t deserve me. How can he be okay with keeping his mate hostage? A mate is supposed to love and cherish you. They are supposed to put you above themselves and do anything they can to keep you safe. It

“Get him to fix this. Our company must not fall into the hands of the Kings. I’ve been building this company ever since and he can’t mess this up because of that damn obsession.” “Why won’t you take over while your son has a break?” She glared at Tyrone Marquis. The mate she married. Back then, he had a lover and after meeting her, he realized that he must take her although she knew that he loved someone else. This mate bonding and fated mate-shitty things made it all messed up. She loved the man who could never love her back the way she does. This is also the reason why she let her son and Valerie together. They loved each other but now, it must be an irony. Her son gets obsessed over his m

"You and Darius should feel drawn to each other with such force that you can't fight it. It's how mateship works." Liar, I think and narrow my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard about mates who split? Or... cheated on each other?" I shrug. "Never in my lifetime," he answers at once. "There was never even such a story told. When a person has a mate...and finds it, he or she does not even think about another possible love interest. Your mate is your beginning and your end." I try to contain the bubble of words stuck inside me, but I cannot do it anymore. I burst. "How come Mother wasn't your end?" The words come out angry.