Torn Between Her Mates Novels & Stories

Something about her felt different, pulling me closer. “Mate.” My wolf growled

Typical. The moment she saw me, she couldn’t meet my eyes. Was I that repulsive to her now? All those other women swoon over me, but my mate—my mate—couldn’t even look at me? It was another painful, nerve-wracking experience. Her emotions were a storm—too chaotic for me to pick up anything properly through the mate bond. If I had marked her, it might’ve been easier. The pain stabbed again, sharp and cruel. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to dull it.

She said a little more harshly than she had intended and then sighed regretfully, softening her tone a little at the look of confusion on his face. "Look, I have no idea what that means Allen, okay? I didn't want to be tied down and now suddenly I have not one, but two supposed mates. How the fuck does that even work?! Actually… never mind... I'm sure it's a whole heap of fun in the bedroom but I'm not supposed to have two mates. It makes no sense."

She had to become the warrior her pack needed, someone recklessly strong enough to face the onslaught of the storm racing behind her. As she made her way through the pack’s clearing, the somber faces of her pack mates greeted her. They huddled in small clusters and whispers of concern filtered through the air. Alpha Lucian remained unconscious and defensless, yes, but it was unclear what the pack's future would look like. The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety, the usual feeling of togetherness overshadowed by fear and uncertainty.

I breathed, and the memory came flooding back. That night… our favorite spot, the attic. Maria loved it there—the way the moonlight spilled through the round window, painting the room with silver. We’d sit, leaning on each other, imagining ourselves as princesses, villains, adventurers in worlds only we could see. Maria… she was always dreaming, always a little beyond, reaching for something brighter. And then Brianna and Benjamin came. They were cruel that night. Mocking, teasing… I froze when Brianna insulted me. But Maria… she didn’t back down. She stood tall, even though I could feel the fear in her eyes. She was brave, even braver than I was capable of being.

In pure agony she weeped, devastated by the betrayal of our mate, our supposedly other half. Hands trembling, tears dripping from my cheeks, I stopped in front of the door. The smell of cherries, honey, and jasmine reached my nose. The scent of my mate, the scent that used to calm me, the scent that's supposed to keep my head, was now mixed with the scent of the woman who never failed to ruin every good thing to happen to me. I can hear the bed inside creaking. Groans and moans of my mate, and groans and moans of the girl he knew I've always loathed.

Though her words had been lies, the pain of her mother's death had felt all too real at that moment. Alongside her thoughts of Alexander, a pang of guilt washed over her as she considered betraying Malia. Malia had shared her stories and scars with Jenny, creating a sense of safety for her in the bar. Even though Dolf still didn't fully trust her, the fact that he was with Malia softened her perception of him.

She asked, toeing the point of crossing the line. He sat up, about to stand and she grabbed his hand. “Zeldaurus. I want you.” She said. “I don’t want to pretend about it anymore. I know you need some time, I... I cannot imagine what it must have felt like, losing her. I feel like I would go mad if I lost any of my mates.” He glanced back at her. “Mates?” He hissed and she nodded. “Yes. I have two mates and you’re my third.”

She slurped loudly as she emptied the last contents of the milkshake in the glass. I sighed again knowing how true that statement was. “I haven’t seen him for a while now. Maybe when he sees how good Curtis and I are to each other he will accept defeat.” “Or kill him.” She became dramatic. “He might challenge him for you.” Her eyes twinkled with intrigue. “Mates are jealous and territorial. Don’t play around with this.” She warned profusely. “Aren’t you one of the lucky one when I have yet to find my mate?” She retorted.