Volturi Kings Shared Mate Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Babe… don’t you think it’s a little early for that?” His smile faded slightly, the edges tightening. “We’ve been together for nearly a year, Lisa.” He stepped closer, his scent washing over me—cedarwood and danger. “You’re my mate. What’s the point in waiting?”I swallowed. “It’s not that I don’t want to—” “Then don’t make this difficult.” His voice was still soft, but it cut like a knife. Then, a pause. His eyes narrowed, tone darkening. “Unless... you’re seeing someone else.”

One of the voices was familiar. My curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to go check, and when I did, I saw Chloe and some girl talking with drinks in their hands. “I still can't believe the King is mated with that girl and not you.” The strange girl said. “Me too,” Chloe smirked when she caught sight of me eavesdropping on their conversation. “Sometimes I miss the feeling of his hands on my body.” “Well, it can't happen anymore because he has a mate now.” Chloe’s friend said, sipping her drink.

The need to be accepted was the most random yet fulfilling feeling I never thought I would look forward to so much. I imagined the King entering my room and claiming me over and over again. Or maybe both of us sharing the same bed. We had never really shared the same bed, well once, but that was during sex. Nothing more. Mates were more connected than just sex. They lay on the same bed, shared thoughts and feelings, shared everything. They were expected to be kind to one another. Yes the King was dark. He had an aura that never left him. But then again he was a Lycan. There was nothing light about his kind. But it would end now because I was his mate.

I was nervous and kind of worried for a reason. “What is it?” I asked softly. Playing with my fingers, I waited. As he said nothing, I looked up, just to see Vladimir kneeling and bowing right in front of me. “I, King Vladimir Andrei Karatza, asked you, Princess Amilia Vlad, to please be my mate, my Queen. I bowed to you here tonight under the moonlight as our witness. To ask for your forgiveness and your love. I might be a king, but tonight…” Vladimir said, holding my hand. “I bowed to you like your mate, as the person who will be your other half, and I asked you to please be my side for the rest of my life. Not just as an individual or a mate; I also asked you as my future Queen. Please ac

He fisted the hair on his head. My breathing hitched. Everything became confusing. He mated her. If he didn't want to, then why did he do it in the first place? "What happened?" I asked, leaning against the wall. "Why did you…?" I could even say the words out loud. I couldn't accept his betrayal. The thing was I knew most Kings had two mates. The Queen, the first and true mate, and then the paramour. All three lived together in the Kingdom. There were stories of them being happy with each other. It was our way, there was no need for trivial quarrels or hatred. That wouldn't make a united Kingdom.

“I do. But I also know you made that happen. I’m not talking about arranged unions. I’m talking about fated mates.” The King’s jaw tensed, and the playful ease between them cracked. “Fated mates,” he muttered. “That old myth.” “Don’t give me that,” Grandma said, scoffing. “You and I both know it’s not a myth. Especially not in your bloodline.” The King didn’t speak. “Veridian royals are cursed to always find their mates,” she continued, voice softer now. “And cursed again when they do.” His eyes drifted shut for a heartbeat.

The shock of finding out that I had a fated mate hadn't worn out yet. Killian and I sat silently on the king-sized bed. He looked at me, occasionally holding my hand, letting it go after he didn't get a response from me. I didn't know a lot about fated mates. Only that on your sixteenth birthday, like magic, you'd feel your soul being drawn towards your mate. Killian was my fated mate. The Alpha king who had walked this planter for centuries was my fated mate. The one that I would be forever bonded to.

My father contacted a few of his old friends from the council and tipped them about a cursed silver wolf in the Lycan kingdom who has made everybody believe that she is mated to the Lycan King. That will be enough to have the council pressure the Lycan King to banish her from the kingdom. I grinned, thinking about the possibility of having my mate in my hands. " You seem happy these days. Something good happened?"Regina's voice pulled me away from my thoughts. I have been keeping my distance from her. I Know that what I am doing to her is unfair but what she did to me and Maya was unfair too. She sold off my mate without my permission. It's a good thing the news was kept under wraps otherwis

I asked, and they gave each other some looks before facing me. “Should I leave?” I asked and they quickly shook their heads. “Apologies my lord” one of them said and I scoffed. “We thought, since your former mate is gone, you should try to get another mate and, since you and Miss Naomi seem close, we thought she should be your mate”, one of the elderly said and I leaned back on the chair while they waited in silence to hear my response. I don't have it in mind to make Naomi my Luna, she is just someone that satisfies my sex urge.

And no one had the guts to challenge. Indifferent to all of this, the priest continued to chant the words. Brishor turned to look at Meryl and found her grinning. She really liked what he did with Chezzal and encouraged him in her own way. The lights danced around the two of them. Through the shimmer, they looked ethereal. The audience couldn’t help staring at the beautiful view in front of them. It had been hundreds of years since people had found their mates and there was a wedding of mates. The most complicated case was that of their king. He has two mates and they all knew that his bond was incomplete. But he was one lucky dragon for he found his mate in a human.