Warriors Mating Novels & Stories

It was abolished and considered a taboo now because most offspring of cross-mating went on a rampage and caused mayhem. The council doubts my loyalty to the pack, and they are scared that I might go on a rampage one of these days like in the tales. According to them, marrying the little princess solidified my loyalty to the pack, but they didn't need to worry about that. My allegiance has always been and will always be with this pack, and since she's a white wolf, she can help me tame my inner beasts and avoid any havoc in the future. I could argue that it would never happen. I could never go ballistic because I know how to tame my dragon and wolf, but Mom thinks it's for the best. Just to k

"When have I ever said something I didn't mean?" I let out a short laugh, the real kind. In my previous life, I'd begged for a mate bond for twelve years. Begged so low I was in the dirt. The Alpha I'd been begging hadn't even liked the smell of me. In this life, here was an Alpha at my door with ten Shadowfang territories, saying "different account." The world was something else. "Kieran," I said. "If I accept this Mating, it's not because you saved Crimson Moon Pack. And it's not because you're Shadowfang Royal."

He didn't leave; he stayed, he loved me more hoping I would feel at ease one day. Well, tomorrow was our eighteenth birthday. It was the most important year for a wolf; the year our inner wolves would finally emerge. Plus, it was a full moon. It felt like the Moon Goddess was giving us her blessing; a full moon meant a hundred percent chance of finding my mate. Not that I didn't already know who it was. It was Leon; I didn’t need a fortune teller to tell me that. It made logical sense. We loved each other, we had been together for years, plus the whole pack knew about our reading and they were happy with it.

Guilt and regret warred in Damien's heart like clashing blades, his Bloodline Authority fluctuating dangerously with each surge of emotion. After a long moment, his voice emerged cold as winter, each word carrying the weight of a Lord's command: "Serena is my only mate," he growled, fangs dropping. "My blood chose her, even if I was too blind to see it." "Whether she lives or dies, she is the only one I will claim. The blood bonds don't lie - they never accepted Vivienne."

The past i “Victor, this isn’t right. We aren’t mated.” Her eyes were shaky as she looked around them, her back to the wall as she looked up at him. “What are you so afraid of? Who cares about being mated when I love you and no one else?” Victor stepped closer, his yellow eye looking into her black ones, his left hand on the wall, trapping her. “But our status is different.” “Who cares about our statuses when we love each other?”

"If I don't make it, if the fairy does me in, I leave Vespasian as my heir." I walked away laughing at the pandemonium that statement left behind as I took to the sky heading to her place. I'd used the time at the table to map out a plan in my head. Thankfully our mating ritual isn't as long and drawn out as the humans'. Their courting shit can go on for months, sometimes years. That's one of the most baffling things about the species to me. The fact that they can leave their mate without claiming her as theirs and even have other males around her sometimes long enough to steal her away from them, and this after they'd completed the mating ritual sometimes.

“I want to ask you a question.” “Yes, Alpha?” “You… do you,” He was hesitant to speak. “Do you have a mate?” “Uh?” Mariam seemed taken aback by the question. He knew his question might be weird, but he didn’t want to ask his mother, so she was his best option. He hardened his voice and spoke louder. “I wanted to know how it generally works.” “Well, it is a partnership formed between a male and female that is ordained by the goddess, herself. The mated wolves are meant to be together forever. They will love and protect each other for the rest of their lives, tending to…”

However, when I looked at the warriors in front of me, even my own men, they seemed to have lost their minds sniffing the air. They spotted obvious bulges in their pants, and that’s when it hit me. My darling mate had just gone into her heat, and every unmated male in this vicinity would want a piece of her. When I saw the warriors about to enter the packhouse, I saw red. I growled murderously, the sheer power almost making the ground shake. “Get lost! All of you! I don’t want to see any unmated male around this place.” They quickly whimpered at my command and scurried away. Only then did I rush into the packhouse and follow my mate’s scent. When I burst through the door to her room, I found

Nadia snapped her fingers at her in an ‘aha’ moment way as if recalling the conversations the past couple of weeks. “You want to be a warrior, right?” “Yep, it’s just a matter of convincing Skylar to let me fight.” Nadia beamed even more if that were possible. “You and him! Mated and fighting alongside each other! Oh, it’s beautiful!” “Hm, I never thought of it like that. Fighting alongside him.” Nadia nodded. “Of course. They’re have been mates that would do jobs as a pair all the time. Though being a warrior is almost unheard of. Given the male counterpart always wants their mate safe in the house.”

The falls are beautiful and the view from the top is amazing. I count our first mate gathering a success as 26 pairs, or 52 wolves found their mates. Fifteen of those wolves are omegas from our pack. Of the remaining eleven, six are warriors and the other five are workers, one is a worker in the garden. She is mated to a warrior in the Canyon Ridge pack and has decided to move their where she and Maddison can begin building a garden for their new pack. Surprisingly, the warriors chose to stay in our pack, having the opportunity to build their own home and create a new life for themselves and their families. Thankfully, their mates agreed.