Romans & histoires Warrior Cats Mates

He was unprepared…but he knew exactly what to say. “I’m sure most of you know me since I grew up in this neighborhood,” he spoke into the mic. “I felt bad about hiding it, but…I’m actually half-werewolf. My father is Dylan Hayes, and my mother is his mate, Isabella Hayes.” Dylan took that as a cue and stepped forward, confirming his identity by removing his gear. The news of his death was all over the news many years ago, but here he was. What was even more shocking, however, is the fact that a werewolf and a human were mates. Gasps were heard and they whispered among themselves once more.

she said, as our eyes met. Well now you’re in our bed, I thought. If I have my way you’ll never sleep alone again. Goddess I’m such a cliche. It’s probably a million times worse for shifters when they find their mate, probably all macho and puffing out their chests. Okay maybe I felt a bit insecure, maybe I should start working out a bit. Meadow could have had a massive beefy mate like Chance, a true warrior. Would she have preferred that? Is that what her wolf would have wanted?

Does he think I'm happy being here? I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life. I don't want a mate. Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much. They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway? I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't give a damn...

The Crimson Summit pack is, after all, known to be home of great wolves. "I didn't say I will not fulfill my duties as your mate," I explained. "I just think mating after meeting days ago, mating right a way is a good idea. I didn't say I wasn't gonna fulfill my duties as luna, I just need time to getting myself lined up. I didn't say I won't give you an heir, I just don't like how you view me as a baby making machine when I am your mate. Didn't you say mates were supposed to stand by each other at all costs?"

The Alpha's office was a testament to pack history—shelves lined with old texts, walls covered with photographs of past leaders, and a massive oak desk that had belonged to my grandfather. "Sit," Marcus commanded, settling into the chair behind his desk. I remained standing. "I can handle this." "Can you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you've managed to lose your mate and one of our most experienced warriors in the span of twelve hours." "She's not my mate," I said automatically, the words tasting like poison. "I rejected her. The bond is broken."

Alistair asked, looking at Elara and then at me. My breath caught in my throat. Crap! What am I going to do? My mate is Alpha Black. The one who kills for fun. I can't be mates with him. It must be someone else. Elara looked at me questioningly and put the puzzle pieces together. Her green eyes widened, but I silently pleaded with her not to say anything. She nodded at me, and I mouthed thank you to her. I cleared my throat and said, "No, sorry. I have no idea who Alpha Black's mate is." Those words felt wrong coming out of my mouth and felt forced. Alistair nodded and gave me a small smile. I smiled back.

let me tell you more about my pack mates: Hunter is an Omega, His mate Alia, is a Mountain Wolf, Sia is a Nymph, Her twin sister Sue, is a Witch (weird family huh!). My little sister Julia, is a Beta, Silvar's little brother Jude, is a Shapeshifter, and lastly..... Mark....Sia's mate is the only Hunter in the pack.

Through his mindlink, he felt the warriors assigned to him, as they all started changing to their ultimate fighting forms. And though he was no warrior, he was a very impressive tactician. Plus, his speed and agility made him a very hard target to hit. Meanwhile, his beloved mate was a wonderful soldier, always obediently following orders. Of course, they would always change roles in the bedroom… R, we’re going in! OK, but we’re already inside, hubby cat! Leave some for us, wifey! That’s an order, hahaha! Ha ha ha! It’s twenty to one by my count! You’ll get plenty to play with, for sure hubby!

he said nodding at me. "Lets get this done with." I said walking past him when he stopped me. "You will find your mate. Don't worry." he said encouraging me. "I better or else we are doomed. We need a strong and smart Luna if we are going to win the upcoming war." I said nonchalantly. "Look, a mate is not just for the pack. You need her too." he said sighing. I just rolled my eyes. A mate just makes you weak. That's what happened to my parents. After my father died, my mum became weak and she is all by herself, locked herself up in the far east wing, all to herself.

one of the warriors suggested with a grin, but before I could respond, a deep growl rumbled from behind us. Everyone immediately bared their necks in submission, everyone except my brother and me. I turned and saw Alpha Atlas, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, striding toward us with that same commanding presence he always carried. “No, she won’t be fighting the three of you. Are you all not embarrassed to be beaten by her every day?” he scolded the warriors. Jason muttered under his breath, “Who hurt the Alpha’s feelings today?” We both laughed. “Maybe one of his girls,” I teased, but the moment the words left my mouth, our eyes locked. His gaze was intense, and I regretted what I’d sai