Two Mates: One Choice Novels & Stories

he smirks. Oh, I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t going to lose this the way I usually did, through anger, through impulse. But Tristan’s mouth kept moving. “H She’s my mate,” he’d say, like it was a fact carved into stone. Like I was just an obstacle that could be pushed aside. “Mine.” he said proudly. I’d step in, my voice low and dangerous. “Since you’re my elder brother and Alpha, can’t you find another woman to chase?”

"If they start the flooding, the tremors will tear those ravines apart. You’re trading a flood for a rockfall." "I’m trading a certainty for a chance!" Arung shouted, the sound echoing off the cave ceiling. He stepped forward, grabbing Rangga by the collar of his shirt. The contact caused the bioluminescence to flare, a brilliant, blinding cyan that lit up the entire cave in a strobe-like flash. "Don't you get it? They aren't leaving us any good options! There are no 'safe' paths left. There is only the path that lets us survive until tomorrow and the path that lets us die today. Which one are you choosing?"

“Yeah. Me too.” That felt like my cue to drop it. The mood had gotten seriously heavy. But then a thought hit me, and I knew if I didn't ask now, I probably never would. I took a quick breath. “You ever… had a mate?” He gave this faint, almost sad smile. “No. I haven’t.” “Was that, like… by choice?” I pressed, gently.

Shane said. “I’m waiting for my mate. I won’t sleep with you,” I said. Irritation flashed in his eyes. “I could be your mate,” Shane said. “I’ll know in a few days if you are,” I said. Shane shook his head. “It never fails to surprise me how much importance is placed on a person that is chosen by someone else for you. I won’t take a partner because the Goddess tells me to. I take a mate because that’s who I’ve chosen. And come your coming of age party Adea, mate or not, you are mine.”

Byron frowned, picking up the document. When he read the words—Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement—a violent tremor ran through his body, as if a silver knife had just been plunged into his chest. The blood drained from his handsome face. He looked up, his eyes shattered and begging. "No... Sandra, you can't," his voice was a raw, broken whisper. "We're mates... a gift from the Goddess... You can't just give up on us." "You gave up first," I said calmly. "Sign it. It's my only condition for playing my part in your ceremony."

It just tumbled out like it was so final. “She really means that much to you?” “She’s my mate.” “No she isn’t. A mate isn’t someone we choose. A mate isn’t someone who forces us to do things that we don’t agree with. A mate is someone who is selected for us because they make us complete.” “Why would you think I don’t agree with her? I went to her and she agreed to help me.” “With what?” Mallory mutters. I glare at her and she pretends to zip her lips shut.

I then turned back towards her before smiling once more. "You get to pick which one lives. You either keep the mate you've desperately clung to for years and pined over longer. Or, you save your son. It doesn't matter which one, but you can't keep both. And because I'm such a good friend, the choice is yours." I finished, turning back to enter my domain as Mateo followed close behind.

As the weight of their situation settled over them, Avery and her four mates exchanged nervous glances, each grappling with the impossible decision that lay before them. According to the rules imposed upon them, Avery had to choose one of her mates as her sole partner, condemning the others to death. It was a choice none of them wanted to make, yet the consequences of refusing to choose were equally dire.

Alvara's Point of View In life, you are given several options. Decisions. When you choose one, the other option fades away. So we are told. You are given your mate by the Goddess herself. Two options are in front of you when you find that special person. The first, and the best, option is to accept that mate. Be with them until the day you die. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing you have someone only to yourself. The second option, and the road less traveled, is to reject your mate and live the rest of your life single. Men are more likely to choose this option than women, but it happens rarely.

“I’m sorry, Alpha Carter. Those are the rules and the only two options Mr. Lawrence is offering. If you ask me, I think he’s being quite generous.” “Too bad I didn’t ask you,” I practically snarled as I got up and paced the room. If I choose option one, I only get a few hours with my mate. It won’t save either of them. If I choose option two, my mate may be sold to some other asšhole, since I’m not sure when we’ll have the clearing to invade this place. What if that Lawrence asšhole takes my mate, and fūcking disappears? “Choose our mate!” Dash hissed, making me growl at him in annoyance.