Warrior Cat Mates Novels & Stories

Ari asks, and I see him tighten his hug around her. Duke- I’m trying, but I’m becoming less and less okay with Mate showing affection to them. “Peter,” I call, and he comes over. “We have 600 warriors with us between our pack and our Allies,” Peter reports. “Jack is insisting on being here.” “I’m a top warrior too,” Jack rolls his eyes. Ari looks between them. “They are mates,” I explain. “And my big bad warrior gets nervous when I’m in danger,” Jack pinches Peter’s cheek.

But on the other hand, I don’t think anybody did as werewolves only saw us as mere cattle that they could prey on. But what everybody did know is that marking a mate has a lifetime effect. It’s not something that one can just undo if he changes his mind. And once marked, it would unite their souls as one. However, I didn’t feel any differently than I did yesterday. Dylan did look a little gentler towards me, but I reckon that was only because he was troubled by the fact that he was the one who brought this upon us. Of course, I wouldn’t say that I don’t share a part of the blame either. I agreed to do it when he asked, after all.

I thought that maybe it bothered my mother as much as it bothers me, but she's proud to be mated to a Beta. She only hopes that I get so lucky. "But if my mate is a Beta, I'll have to leave for—for forever," I counter. My mother sits down at the table after preparing our dinner. She looks over her plate and picks up her fork. "You're right. I had to leave my pack for months, traveling around just to find my mate with the other girls of age, just as you'll have to now that we know your mate isn't here. Now, maybe if your father wasn't so important we could move to your mate's pack, but, well, things are how they are."

I assured him. Upon reaching the training grounds, we noticed some pack members had already arrived. By 6 a.m., the field was buzzing with activity. Mateo joined us, and we stuck together since we were new. We learned that warriors are categorized into levels based on their skills and strength. Marcus was in level 2. Being new, Mateo and I were placed in level 1 alongside two other guys. Mateo and I paired up to spar together. As I caught a whiff of his earthy scent, my gaze instinctively sought him out. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I quickly averted my gaze. Chris stood beside him, both observing the ongoing training.

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.

Though werewolf mates could be of different races, we hadn't had any human mates in Sunset Pack yet. We all believed in mateship, and I knew that even if he found out that his partner was a Fuchsbau or a leprechaun or something, I would still support him as long as he accepted his mate and the latter didn't cross any lines. I bet my family would too.

I cut him off with a glare sharp enough to slice through bone. “Control her?” I repeated slowly, tasting the word like poison on my tongue. They shifted uneasily. “She’s not a weapon to be controlled,” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “She’s my mate. My equal. Her power is not a threat to this pack — it is the reason we will never be overthrown.” “But Alpha—” another began. “She doesn’t need your fear. She needs your loyalty.” My tone hardened. “If any of you think you can contain her, you’ll answer to me before the moon sets.”

She sat beside me, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the distant chirping of crickets. Finally, my mother broke the silence. "Did you fight with Lucas?" I sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding it any longer. "Yeah, something like that," I admitted reluctantly. "He met his mate." My mother's eyes widened, and then she let out a wicked laugh that sent a chill down my spine. "I knew it. I just knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I've been warning you about those werewolves, Ava." Her laughter cut on my nerves, and I couldn't hold back my annoyance any longer. "You know what, Mom? Your constant warnings and pessimism are really not helping. I love Lucas, and I refuse

Wolves around them whispered, their voices taunting. “Unworthy. Forgettable. Replaceable.” Her wolf whimpered, but Alia walked forward, voice trembling. “Even if you push me away, even if the bond is shattered, I will not let go. Because I was chosen, and I chose you.” The chains shattered, and the whispers faded to silence. *Luca’s Vision The training grounds. Warriors bowed not to him, but to a shadowed figure in the distance. His father. “You are only ever second,” the voice taunted. “Second to Ryder, second to your own bloodline. Even your mate deserves better.”

It made too much sense to say no. The following day, he set off to get his bride. His head shook with disgust each time the word came up. Bride. Worse yet if that bride was a mate. A mate had turned his fiercest warrior into the world's dumbest fool overnight. He would smile too much, agree too much and be late for everything. Cole was losing his best warriors, one after another, to mates, and he was helpless about it. Who the hell invented mates anyway? Ah… Her.