The Viking's Mate Hunt Novels & Stories

She could get hurt alone, or worse alphas like Bo could find her and force her into a mate bond she doesn’t want. ‘We have to find her,’ Valko whimpers as he presses forward lending me his heightened senses. ‘I will find her Valko, I swear I will,’ I promise my wolf, I won’t give up searching for her. I don’t care if we have to fight night and day to convince my mate to come home where she belongs. I won’t lie to her ever again, I will tell her everything she wants to know. “Hanzo!” Hana calls out from behind me, but I keep running in the direction her scent leads me. I drop to my knees and yell when I make it to the river and her scent disappears.

A sorrow so intense it caused me to roar out in pain, it was as if I'd lost something dear to me, but I knew that was impossible because all that's dear to me was dead, killed by me. For those blinding seconds, I would have lost my head if my enforcers hadn't paused to the command in my roar. After the brief connection had faded away, I realized it wasn't my emotion but rather that of my mate. Filled with rage, I had killed all the vamps that were near me because I knew no matter how strong the emotions were, it wasn't strong enough to locate my mate. Having a mathièr before meeting your mate is a form of torment, knowing you have someone to protect but powerless to be there for them. Since

•VIKTOR• [126 YEARS AGO] I was heading to the woods to hunt when her scent hit me. She was crouching behind a tree, her eyes fixed on her target. I watched as she moved swiftly and caught the deer before it could run away. My heart felt warmed when I saw her. She was more like me than I wanted to admit. We both loved hunting alone. As I leaned closer to her, I felt a pull toward her. 'She's our mate,' Ash murmured in my head. She was beautiful and reserved.

he mocked. My face hardened and that brought him back to his senses. “Still. You didn’t kill her. You changed the deal. First time that’s ever happened.” “Don’t get used to it.” He nodded slowly. Then, after a pause, he asked, “Still haven’t found her, huh?” My jaw clenched. “No.” “The girl,” he added, though he didn’t need to. “Your mate.” “I asked you a question,” I said coldly. “We’re still searching,” Viktor said. “Every lead turns into smoke.”

I just hope my violet eyed mate doesn’t decide to choose this completely unfortunate exact time to make an appearance on the world’s map. Because that would give the other alphas; who were still searching for the violet eyed werewolf till this time, an advantage to find her before I do. I was the only one allowed to hunt her down and destroy the ultimate weapon…my mate.

The hunt was no longer for a woman. It was for their mate. And their children.

So calm the fuck down, I kept repeating and reminding myself. This business is more important than a so-called mate. Since she was still in the Shadowfang Pack and Elijah had sealed off all the exits, she or whoever the bastards who took her, they wouldn't be escaped. After the hunt had finished and I had gotten more allies, I would then deal with the matter of my little mate. I wouldn't participate in the hunt for the she-wolves, but I would have my own hunt after this hunt ended. I would hunt the bastards who dared to take my mate away from me.

"Wow, my wolf is named after the greatest viking shield maiden" I stated "So you really do have your wolf, have you found your mate yet?" Sophie asked "Yeah I do have my wolf, but no I have not found my mate yet but to be fair after getting my wolf I only went to the library then lunch then here" "Oh ok, so what do you plan on doing for your birthday tomorrow?" Sophie asked "Hang on Mary how do you know about ragnarok?" I asked

This method of harming my wolf was not in my favor, but revenge coursing through my veins made it endurable. “Did you find the hunter?” Just like me, Zev was also counting days to crush that villain. His claws would be the best weapon to slit that hunter’s throat. It was almost night when I took a water break and sat beside the pond. “They also live in New York City. Henry has found the hunters; we will catch them soon.” Zev wagged his tail happily; this news sharpened the perfection of a peaceful scene. “Where is my mate? Did you bring her here?”

"How could you possibly—" "He came to us," Uncle Mateo continued relentlessly. "Seeking asylum. He told us everything—how your wolf recognised him, how you rejected the bond, how you planned to kill your father and seize control." His voice softened with genuine regret. "We tried to protect him, but he vanished from our safe house. We found his body three days later." I felt sick at this revelation. "You killed your own mate?" "He was weak," Viktor spat, though his voice trembled. "He would have held me back. The mate bond is a chain—I refused to be bound."