Warrior Cat Mates Novels & Stories

Of course, in today's time, one might say that the opposite was true and female warriors could also be distracted due to their male counterparts but no one was interested in changing things. Alpha Ace had made an order that all males and females had to be trained so a few of the she-wolves had half-heartedly started training while others had found ways to get out of the compulsion for the time being. While Kai was lost in deliberation, the warriors were abuzz with gossip and conversation through their mind link. Knowing what Kai was thinking, Beta Mateo opened the mind link and spoke to Kai," Send Nate."

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

"What happens if you haven't found your mate then?" He released a slow breath. "I have to pick a compatible female to be my mate." He smirked a little wickedly. "The elders have this whole idea of organizing a competition of sorts." "A w-what?" I stuttered, not sure I had heard him right. They were going to let shewolves enter a competition to mate with him? "Don't sound so surprised," He laughed. "It's happened before." "I think you like the idea of females competing against each other to mate with you," I said a little accusingly.

I just hope Stoic didn’t notice it. “Anyway, you have to bear with the process, Daciana. You have to understand that it’s not easy to defeat them. There’s only a few of us.” I was silent for a few minutes, comprehending what he said when I suddenly remember something. “About what you said Stoic…is it really true?” I don’t know how Stoic easily understood what I meant because he nodded his head then explained it to me. “Lowell wants you to be his mate. There’s a possibility he’s the next Alpha if Azariel wins in this war. And making you his mate will only bring more power in their pack because they you’re Alvaro’s daughter.”

The instant their skin touched, the mate bond erupted between them like lightning racing beneath their skin. A powerful current surged through both of them, stealing Kaelara's breath as silver-blue eyes met molten gold. Inside her mind, Lunara squealed so loudly she nearly burst with excitement. "Mate! Mate!! Mate!!!" "Quiet." Kaelara fired back. "He's holding us! Can you feel it, Kae? Our mate is holding us!" The wolf kept bouncing and twirling inside her mind. "Shut up! I noticed." Kaelara tried to quiet her crazy wolf down. But...