Welcome Home Mate Novels & Stories

The scene looked like a snapshot of something he’d forgotten he needed — warmth, familiarity, home. Home from the army. Older, broader, a little more humble than Micah remembered. His uniform jacket hung over the back of a chair, sleeves folded with military precision. “Micah!” Mateo grinned, pulling him into a hug. “Look at you, college boy.” Micah chuckled softly. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” “Two-week leave. Thought I’d surprise mamá.” They sat on the porch later, beers in hand, watching the last of the sun sink behind the trees. Cicadas hummed in the distance. The easy silence between brothers stretched — until Mateo finally glanced over.

my mate into being outside. Once he saw the wolves out, I heard his father say, “My lad!” He bowed his front paws as his tail wiggled behind him, my mate ram to his father. The voice of his father had brought his childhood self to life. They wrestled for a while when we heard Leonidas's mother say, “Calm down boys, you to go eat your breakfast now before you keep on wrestling boys,” Leonidas stopped wrestling his dad to look straight at his mother. If my mate ever looked like a tiny little puppy that had finally found a home after being abandoned for so long, it would be in these moments, as he walked to her, I saw tears coming from his face, his mother licked his tears then moved to hug hi

Leah's POV "This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club. This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.

Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate" Boat and Mild screamed "WHAT!!!?." Mew got confuse this time and thought why didn't the boy said his friends that he was his mate. His heart was fuming with the unknown, feeling so he questioned his mate "Didn't you tell your friends??" Gulf answered hesitatingly "No." Mew sighed and said, "Already late come." He grabbed his mate's wrist. Omega thought "oh god my heart is jumping like it gonna explode. He calls me the first time for his Mate. what am I going to do?" it's really happy for Gulf. He can't stop smiling.

But he had offered me anyway. With the reception drawing to an end, Valtor greets his guests goodnight, “Thank all for coming. We'll call it a night… my mate is probably tired and needs to get some rest.” The use of mate in reference to me stinging me like an angry bee. “So have a good night everyone” he says with a smile I can bet everything I own is fake and his arm wrapping around my waist possessively as he leads me to his home. I can never embrace this place as home. The darkness looming around this place is so intense, piercing even into my soul. It is nothing like home. This is hell.

“Anyone but my mate... and my family.” And then, just like that, an intense wave of warmth crashes into my chest, radiating from our mate bond. It’s so pure, so intense, that it’s almost overwhelming. I can feel it, feel her, like there’s nothing standing between us anymore, like something inside her has unlocked, letting the bond flow freely between us again. For a second, I forget about everything else—Gregor, the room, the threat—and just focus on that warmth, on her. It feels like coming home after being lost in the dark for too long.

mate! I started perceiving a particular scent, the scent of newly bloomed lilies That scent was driving me crazy, I decided to follow the scent When I got to where the owner of the scent was, what I saw broke my heart My mate was being bullied and hit by a bunch of over pampered bitchy wolves Anger boiled inside of me and I roared "stop!!!" But the bitch and her group refused to listen And that was when my wolf went loose for the first time and I shifted

After so much running, fear, and hiding, finding that secluded spot among the trees was like finding a moment of respite in the midst of an endless storm. The cabin belonged to an old woman named Orla. She found me by the river, panting, my legs trembling and my clothes soaked. She was with a little girl with dark braids and a shy smile: Nima. They offered me water, then a place to sit... and without asking any questions, a place to stay. They were like family to me. “You need to rest,” Orla insisted in that hoarse but affectionate voice. “Those puppies need you to calm down, girl.”

Weston will choose his mate. The words kept ringing in my head. A new testament, something i couldn’t truly believe until it was indented in my mind. I expected the ceremony to be anything else other than what Weston announced. I could feel myself Losing Grip of reality when I heard those words leave his mouth. when he presented those women and declared that he would choose a mate from one of them. I had lost him forever. He was no longer my best friend. He was no longer my friend to begin with. He was alpha and he has now started taking over his duties as alpha and doing what was good for the pack.

I haven't been intimate with a man before, and I'd like to keep it that way than entangle myself with a stupid guy like Axel, who happens to be my mate. Yes, I found out that he was my mate the first time I laid my eyes on him the day I arrived at their house. I thought Axel felt the strong connection too. But as we grew old, he became a dick. He constantly bullied me and quoted that he could never love a woman like me. A punk, he would say. And condemn me being Shadow. It was painful to hear those words from my mate. Though he doesn't know, he is destined to be my other half because he is a human. It still hurts being rejected by my mate. That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly