Novel & Cerita The Viking's Mate Hunt

He laughs "He is a vampire and if you mate with him. That means you are accepting them all. You are accepting all murderers." His words are affecting me a lot. He is getting into my skin. The fact that I hate vampires so much. They killed my mother, the killed my brothers. They killed my family and now I want to welcome one into my family. running my hands through my hair I release a heavy sigh "It’s not fair to do this to me" His expression is calm "This is the right thing to do. I have to let you know that you will be making the biggest mistake of your life mating with that vampire. You need to know that being without a mate is the better option"

The mate bond was said to be sacred, but what if a false mate could be purchased for ten million dollars? The moment Lucas Stone claimed his Alpha title, he was quick to sever our mate bond. Lucas loomed over me, his arm wrapped around Laura Black, his new she-wolf. “I appreciate the last three months, Ava Green, but as an Alpha, I need a more fitting mate.” “Sure thing,” I said in a flat tone. “Congrats.” Silence fell over the room.

I wouldn’t care that he was Kaely, the hottest guy in our pack, the only one I’ve ever really dreamed of mating with. It would change everything. I’m sure it’s changed everything for him. They’ll kill me if they catch me. I run harder, even though my wolf wants to return to Kaely. Even in this immense danger, I am still craving his body. Fucking mate bond. It’s five miles back to the edge of the city—or what used to be the city. Now it’s more like a pile of ruins. Still, I know I’ll be harder to track here than I would in the forest.

My fangs ached, pushing against my gums, my nails elongating. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was outside where both humans and wolves could see me, where I could be caught mid-shift. I didn’t care about exposure or consequences or anything else. My mate had been taken. Nothing else mattered. A loud howl tore from my throat before I could stop it, ringing through the night air—raw and anguished and full of rage and grief and desperate panic. The sound echoed off the buildings, primal and terrifying. She’s gone. Someone took her. Find her. FIND HER.

"But we need to focus on the search for Olivia's mate right now; you know before she strangles me again." Marina pauses and gives us a weird look. "When I was a young girl looking for my mate, my father sent me off on a trip with my sisters. We would visit every pack until each of us found our mate." "Did it take long?" "I found my mate at the seventh pack, but my younger sister, a sweet girl who just turned eighteen, discovered that her mate was killed, as on our trip she felt an extreme longing in her heart and she could not stop crying. Us older girls did not know what was happening, so at the end of our trip, when she came up empty handed, our mother told her what she was feeling was dea

They were a lot of mate-less wolves in the park and half of them turned out to be that their mates were killed before they met and some had to watch them die in a fight after they had met and mated. Is she among the ones that their mates were already dead? Could it be her soul mate is dead or is she without a soul? If not why, why after three long years going to four she still hasn’t seen him? A certain white, almost paled face with tempting midnight blue eyes flashed in her mind and she remembered her wolf’s attraction to him on their first meeting before she knew what he was. Her wolf has never reacted to any man like that and yet she did to him and still did tonight even though he was yel

The scent of mint, coconut, and lavender assaulted my nostrils and my ears perked as I ran deeper into the woods. I passed by trees and trees, running away from the fast paces of my mate following me. Patrice was enjoying. It has been quite some time since I let her out and it is her joy that now that she is able, it is no other than her mate who is running after her. My wolf loves the chase. My pace slowed down as I stumbled upon a small lake. Despite being a forest, there seems to be a formed circle by the trees, its shadows covered all the other parts but its center remained only the lake and a bed of grass.

One of the wolves, a large, imposing figure with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward and addressed Marcus. "Alpha Marcus, why would you bring a hunter to our pack when you know we all hate hunters as well as vampires?" he asked, his voice deep and menacing. Marcus didn't miss a beat. "I don't need to explain myself to you," he replied coolly. "But know this – she is my mate, and I will do anything to protect her." I felt a jolt of shock run through me at Marcus' words. Mate? What did he mean by that? And how could a werewolf be mated to a human hunter?

I sniff the air as I make my way over to where Silvi tells me my mate’s scent is strongest. There are paw prints and drag marks, and I can smell blood. “What happened here?” I asked, pointing to the ground. My mate was here at this exact location on that day. “My daughter-in-law and her best friend fought a pack of rogue wolves. Maria and Matthew survived. The rogues didn’t.” “Is Matthew mated?” I asked. Nathan nodded his head. “A fated mate?” I asked. He nodded his head again. I looked at Evangeline.

Liam explained. The big hunt—I’d heard of it before. It wasn’t just some regular hunt; it was a search for one’s fated mate. It was a joint camp between all the full moon and waning moon clans, created to give unmated wolves a chance to find their destined partners. Even if Jonathan didn’t find his mate this year, he could go again every year until she showed up. Unmated wolves usually took part at some point, and many fated pairs ended up meeting at this camp. Unfortunately, there were always those who didn’t find their other half. It was believed that in those cases, their mate had died prematurely—either from an accident or illness—or belonged to a clan that didn’t participate. The only t