The Unloved Mate Romane & Geschichten

But I was breaking—splintering like glass beneath the force of my anguish. “Why?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why did you do this to me? Why give me a mate who loves another?” My words hung in the empty air, a desperate plea directed toward the heavens. The only answer I received was the wind howling outside, indifferent to my suffering. The hut felt colder than before, as though the warmth Damien had once brought with his mere presence had been snuffed out entirely. I pressed my forehead against my knees, my sobs shaking my frail frame. He didn’t want me. He never had. He never looked at me the way mates were supposed to. He never felt the bond.

“Don't feel so special; I could have done that for anyone else.“ He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why do you dislike me this much?“ I couldn't help but find myself asking. He went mute for over ten minutes; I watched the movement of his gaze. I already concluded that he wants to give me a reply. “I know you ought to know the story about the woman I once loved, right?“ He asked coldly. I nodded hastily; Luna told me about her; he must have loved her so deeply that she had to hurt him this bad. “No one knows the full story.“ He paused, carrying a book from his shelf. “She had a really bad sickness that couldn't be treated with mere herbs or tablets; everyone had lost hope, including her husband.

She tried to stand up, looking at him with hate, Is this the love of the mate they were talking about, wishing she had never met him? "Unfortunately, despite your great experience in this, you did not entertain me, and despite that, you are quite a prostitute." She looked at him madly, screaming with anger blinding her eyes "I'm not a whore, you rascal, I'm your mate." He rolled his eyes boredly, and looked at her sarcastically, while pouring himself a cup of fresh blood "My mate , you are just a sex doll to me. If anyone deserves to be my mate, and a queen on the throne of vampires, it is Astraea, and no one else. Astraea is my only love and adoration, she should be my mate."

“If you’d just accept one of the men as your mate—” “No, mom,” I snapped. “I’m not marrying one of those dickbags!” “But what if they are your fated mate?” Victoria tried. The fuck was a fated mate? “Fated what?” I said into the phone. Professor Lunerly fidgeted besides me. I put that away in my mental files to figure out later. “Fated mate,” Victoria sighed. “I guess you haven’t been to that class yet…” “I was too busy being attacked,” I snapped. “My bad.”

The rain from last night's storm had turned the ground into slick mud, swimming in and out of focus beneath my boots. How many times has this happened now? Forty? Fifty? I'd stopped counting after the first dozen. The mate bond wasn't some beautiful blessing the elders loved to romanticize. It was an iron chain forged between two souls. When one strayed, the other bled. And I was bleeding. Cedarwood. Rain-soaked pine. Caden. My Alpha. My mate. My husband. The scents should have grounded me. Instead, another smell crashed into them, thick and suffocating. Jasmine. Cheap vanilla. The unmistakable pheromones of a female in heat.

Raymond remembered the first sight he ever laid on Evelyn. It was just another frustrating night, as usual. He had been drowning in this fidgety dysphoria nonstop ever since the day when they could no longer feel the mate bond. He tried everything to ease that unsettling noise in his soul but failed. Not money, not work, not travel, not even alcohol can soothe him even the slightest. People called him the mateless Alpha because mateless made him grumpy and fierce and unbearable, and he let them. He was suffering too much to care.

“I just don’t want anyone to think that I have trapped you. Also, I am afraid that you will treat me like trash or shit! I still don’t understand why you even...want me as your mate? Why are you so nice to me while I am not leaving a chance to taunt you? Girls like you are usually too busy to care about weakling like me. Is your wolf want me to keep me close and you don’t have any other choice than to stick around me?” “Is that all?”, She asked after a moment of silence. . “No.”, I took a deep breath before speaking. “I owe you for the first steps of my recovery. I will forever be thankful for that. For months I have thought of you as my friend..an ally...and my future chosen mate. I fixed m

This is so unacceptable! "After killing my family and locking me up, you plan to have a date?! Do you even have any guilt left in you? Why are you even my mate? I can't believe the heavens partnered me up with a mate like you! "I saw how pain flickered in his eyes, but he immediately turned his gaze from me so I wasn't able to look further.

Or probably he was just too shocked. Trying to explain himself better, Jeremy continued, "Do you understand? Celeste is my fated mate!" Once he started, it seemed easier to continue. "My twin sister is my mate bond. That's why. As you said, the mate bond is predetermined by the stars, and a person can only have one in their lifetime. There is no way to break the bond except through death. It's ridiculous, isn't it? Celeste and I are fated partners." Jeremy laughed, but the sound that came out of his throat was twisted and hoarse.

“I demand that you unmark her. Once you will unmark, you will know that she isn’t your mate. You won’t feel the pain that is associated with unmarking. And that will prove my point!” Tova was aghast at his mother’s sheer apathy. The idea of unmarking his mate was abhorrent. The pang of pain that he felt in his heart even by the thought of it was so sharp that he felt dizzy. His beast screamed against the idea. It sounded wrong on all levels. He staggered and clutched a table’s edge near him. He closed his eyes, clutched his heart and turned his face towards the ceiling. “Tova!” Alyssa rushed to him and held him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest. When Mizette said to unmar