Welcome Home Mate By Roanna Hinks Novels & Stories

For a single, breathless second, the winter garden became a tomb of absolute silence. The frosted roses seemed to shatter under the weight of Prince Cassian’s words, the echo of his sudden, frantic claim vibrating through the freezing air like a faulty bell. “I’m your mate.”

My hopes keep getting thinner and thinner the nearer I get to the pack's headquarters. We land on two headless bodies. They are for werewolves. There is a pool of blood around them and then trails of blood leading into the woods on the other side of the road. I follow the try, sniffing about for any familiar scent. Crossing over to the other side, we find the heads and three other beheaded wolves. That is when it hits me that this is happening. That Arya and her entire family are in great danger if they are still alive. God! I pray that they are still alive. She is still alive, or I would have felt it. That's what connected us in the mate bond when we marked each other. At very critical time

he drawled, glancing between Ryan and I, “… but trust me, they’ll only cause trouble with me. And I can handle them.” “Okay if you say so…” Ryan mused while I interrupted him by saying; “Speaking of, the last time they were here, they asked me to tell them the name of your mate… and somehow, they knew that she was a human living in my house.” I said slowly, cautiously, and as I did, I couldn’t help but notice how slowly his eyes widened. He looked almost scared for a moment before he quickly masked his fear with a look of indifference and asked; “I… Hope you didn’t mention Dawn?”

Mom nodded, "Then you did the right thing. Let's finish eating and you can now go and see if we can find your true mate today." After I finished eating, people started showing up for the party. The weregators' King Mateo arrived with his mate and their child. I loved being around them. King Mateo brought Hugo, because he knows how much I love him. I walked outside and Hugo brought his ball to me. I played volleyball with him for a while until I felt a tingling down my spine. I dismiss it as just a feeling like someone is watching me. I continue playing with Hugo and my mom mind links me. Mom: Where are you?

I murmur against her neck. “It’s good to be home.” After kissing her and pouring every bit of passion that I have for my mate in the kiss, I finally release her mouth, but not her body. I tuck her under my arm and look at Matthew and Tanya. “Welcome to Holstin Enterprises and our home. Do we need someone to help with the bags?” I ask. “No, I think we can get them,” Matthew says, looking around. “This place looks very secure.”

,I sigh. "I just don't want to be paralyzed, I sigh, I want to shift into my wolf and run. I want to chase my pup and make love to my mate",she pats my hand. "only one way to find out, she starts to vanish, go back and see",she is gone and I sigh. I sit watching my body and sigh sadly. My mom pops up and we stare at each other. "you going back?",she hugs me tight. "yes I have to Mom I've been here for three months and my mate is falling apart. She is turning bitter and not wanting to be around anyone",she kisses my cheek.

It felt like he had met the one person he had been searching for. He shook his head sideways. "No, that can't be right. If really she is somebody I am meant to bond with, or if really she is supposed to be my mate, then my wolf would have announced it to me immediately. I saw her, but nothing like that happened. Which means that she does not belong to me. She is just my slave and someone who I would continue to torment for fun," he thought to himself as he sat down on his bed and continued to reminisce on everything that happened.

Soon they will return here and take me back to that gloomy cell. After thinking for a while, I left this room to check. If I make it through, I can quietly escape. ... *POV Charles 'I want to meet my mate. My Mate! Our Mate! See her!' Ryan kept howling in my head. "Silent!" I growled in response. I can't accept that my mate is a human. The image of the girl with reddish brown hair, blue eyes as clear as seawater, a sharp gaze, and an ice-cold face flashed in my memory. Even though the cell was dark, I could still clearly remember every line of her face.

I swatted his shoulder, "How's Zen?" "Exhausted. He could barely sleep, anxious that we'd get caught. His mate, Heather, is here as well. She's awesome, I swear, you'll love her." "I heard my name," a woman as short as me strode into the room. She wore a red sundress with floral print, her blonde hair cropped into a bob with chestnut highlights throughout. She had high cheekbones and a heart shaped face with a button nose and full lips. Her eyes shifted to me and their gray had my breath hitching. The resembled a full moon with flakes of black sparkling in their depths, "I'm Heather," she introduced with a bright smile showing off her pearly whites.