Two Mates: One Choice Novels & Stories

"That's why I'm fascinated by your situation." "My situation?" "The dual mate bonds. Two true mates. That's even rarer than one. Maybe one in a million." "I didn't ask for it." "I know. But you have it. A choice. Between Liam and Aiden. Between two people genuinely connected to you through fate." "It's not a choice I want to make." "But at least it's your choice. No one's forcing you. No political advisors telling you which mate strengthens which alliance." "True," I admitted. "But it's still complicated."

He did not give a damn about concealing his attraction for me. “It is different and you know why. It’s like a bloody auction.” I debated with aggravation, after slipping a foot out and standing before him. “All chosen mates will eventually meet their fated mate. There is no guarantee that they will have the willpower to resist or reject their moon-blessed mate when that time comes. The mate bond pulls the most stubborn hearts into becoming one with love. Besides, some females are not given the choice.”

He felt an internal relief knowing that the damned wolf wasn’t his mate and was just an accidental marking. “Though they have never been a record about accidental marking, but there is something written about two people marking themselves because they were in love and believed there were mates. However, when the blood moon rose, they discovered they both had different mates and when their originals mates marked them, the previous mark disappeared, keeping them bonded to their real mates. Does that help?” Rasmus asked.

“The whole mates thing. How does it work? I mean, how does it feel for you? Do you feel you had a choice? Because it all seems crazy to me right now.” “Yeah, it sounds insane when I try to explain it. But when you’re living it… it’s different. Mates aren’t just some random idea of romance. It’s… a connection. You feel it like gravity pulling you toward them. And once you seal the bond, it’s like your soul finally clicks into place.” Poppy tilts her head, her brows pulling together. “So it’s always mutual? Both mates feel it?” “Yes,” I say firmly. “Always. Though sometimes, some try to fight it.” I half laugh. “Ask Remy about that, he’s an expert in running from fate.”

The Luna snapped. Neither of them answered. The silence in the room was to thick, or was it just my imagination? Their collective stares impaled my body from all corners, and I was left to bare the burden of their words. What the fuck did they mean by that? I never gave any signs of liking them so why? Unfortunately being mates was like a matched marriage, you couldn’t choose who you end up with. But four? I couldn’t even stomach the sight of them together. What the hell do I do now?

I could hear Paula shriek as my head bumped on the hard wall, the smell of blood filling my nose letting me know I have gained a pretty deep wound at the back of my head. Before I could blink, Tatum appeared in front of my eyes. A hint of irritation flashing across his forest green orbs. “If you don’t want competition, give me a reason why I should be fucking one woman and that is you,” he snarls, tilting his head as he inches closer to me, and I look at him. “I am your mate,” I blew out through a whisper. Isn’t that reason enough? I thought. He chuckles, clutching my hair as he tugs it back hard, forcing me to look up at him.

The two of them seemed to be in a competition of shame. Neither of them would agree to a divorce. But Gina and I didn't want to waste another word on them. "Enough with the stalling," I said coldly. "If you don't agree to sever our mate bonds today, I'll go to the witches for help." Seeing how serious we were, they both stopped. "Fine! I'll agree to it," Daniel muttered. "After we divorce, I can chase you all over again, fair and square." Eamon nodded eagerly. "Exactly. Who says you can't pursue your ex-mate? I swear, I'll win you back."

I say, looking at him. Danny sighs, running a hand down his face before turning to me. His one hand rested on my shoulder, squeezing it. “We have this… thing, where once you meet your mate, you have two options. One, accept the mate bond. Two, reject it. In your case, your other half chose option two.” I blink at him, feeling a pang of sadness drape over me at the mention of my mate, who, apparently, rejected me. “A rejection literally means one of you is rejecting the mate bond. Once that is done, you defy the moon goddess, you defy the fates,

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

I asked Tara. “He’s our mate, he doesn’t care,” she said, purring at him in my mind. “What the hell is that exactly?” I asked her. Before she could tell me, Damon smiled. “There are two types of mates,” he said sitting down next to me. “The first we call a chosen mate. It’s where two people choose to be together so they mark and mate one another.”