The Unloved Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I all but barged into his office. My heart breaks at the realization. I’m most definitely his unwanted fated mate. If I hadn’t suspected it then I certainly confirmed it now. I’m so pathetic that I can’t even hide my spike of infuriating arousal at my mate’s scent. My body hasn’t followed the memo. I’m unwanted like always. Oh, for moon’s sake, he has a fiancee. A beautiful one. He probably didn’t think he’d ever have to deal with a blubbering unwanted mate. That’s why he kept his distance in the first place.

“When they’re not open to finding their mate? Either because they’ve given up or can’t because they’re married or--in this case, don’t believe in true mates… it becomes almost intolerable for the other. As if the Goddess herself won’t let you complete your bond and so keep you separated instead.” I approached Mistra, a new type of numbness spreading over my body. “So you’re saying…” “That Lo is likely your true mate. But she is rejecting you.” Her words hung in the air, as if I could clearly see them written against the dark of the night sky. They were straight forward. Simple enough. But the second my brain processed it and put it altogether? I felt dizzy all over again, like I was going to

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."

Cameron cleared his throat. "Jennifer is being vindictive because I left her for my true mate, Athena, whom I love and do not plan to leave. I will not sit back and watch her being disgraced and accused of a crime she didn't commit. I've apologized and explained to Jennifer that now that I have my mate, our relationship couldn't work out any longer, but she's hell-bent on causing trouble." Jennifer's parents glared at Cameron like he was the most disgusting filth on earth, while my heart swelled with pride. Jennifer burst into tears, playing the victim as always.

Everyone seems to be paying attention. "your mate is destined to you by the moon goddess. If you reject her you might die according to your fates but the amusing thing you need to know is that, if the rejected mate accepts the rejection, you will be free off the hook" Prof Taylor finalised with a smile and the entire became more calm and quiet. Everyone seems to be meditating on the lecture except one person, Darelle.. So many thoughts ran through Diana's mind. Can she really cope with a mate like Hayden?

he responded in a somewhat teasing tone. "Being an absent Alpha is already a terrible workload on me but what makes it worse is being an unwanted mate in a pack that hates my guts and would want me dead as soon as they found out I was here," she said to him, trying not to sound too upset and sad about her words.

I swallowed. “There were countless times she called me,” Valentino continued, “telling me you were coming over.” His expression darkened. “She would tell me she was going to hurt you. But you were so oblivious… so unaware of why she hated you, that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.” He sighed. “But then she found her salvation.” My heart skipped. “You,” Valentino said, pointing at me again, “were being shipped off to the most ruthless Alpha anyone knew.” He gestured toward Demarion. “Alpha Demarion Jones. Who just so happened to be your mate.” His smirk returned.

But it was getting impossible. His scent was making me go crazy. “But you didn’t say that yesterday when you were crying my name while I was driving you crazy.” He said with a smirk and I open my eyes with disgust. How dare he blackmail me? I have had enough of these mate dramas. I won’t let him ruin my life again, and neither I will let him make me go through the same pain again. I knee in his jewels, and he moved back groaning. “Serve you good for thinking I am weak. Better stay away from me next time if you don’t want me to disable your weapon for a lifetime.” I throw these words and leave the room, leaving him writhing in pain.

“Your mate will not appreciate this, I do not appreciate this, and for the sake of everyone please, stop.” “My mate does not give two flying shits about me.” She stated seriously, all that grin and lark disappearing as she met my gaze with her cold ones, her expression and the emotions which she tries to hide shining bright to me. And if I thought I was having a difficult time then, her words felt like a punch in my gut. She blinked, the words cold, and holding no emotions as she tries to sound as apathetic as possible but I could sense the underlying pain there. “He only has me as his mate as an arm candy given who my Uncle is to you, but behind the prying eyes, he has made it clear one too

And finally, Caden’s voice, low and thick with pain, the raw vulnerability of his unspoken love echoing in my ears: “I’m one of your mates too. Whether you want me or not.” I buried my face into my knees, the rough fabric of my trousers a poor shield against the storm of emotions churning within. How had I gotten here? How had something as sacred, as intrinsically meant to bring wholeness and completion, as a mate bond, become this twisted, this fractured landscape of longing and guilt?