Werewolf Mate Stories Novels & Stories

I quickly reached for my laptop, opened it, and searched everything about werewolves, alphas, and mates on G****e. Unfortunately, the search didn't provide a clear picture. However, I did understand that alphas are the leaders of their packs, the strongest and most respected. With a heavy heart, I keyed in another search query: "What is a mate in the Werewolf world?" My heart skipped a beat as an avalanche of revelations cascaded before me. The second article I clicked on nearly compelled a scream to escape my lips. "Mates are like soulmates. Each werewolf has a mate, chosen by the moon goddess, their god," I read aloud, my voice trembling. The implications hit me like a sledgehammer.

I lied, lowering my head, and my mother came over to meet me. “Mia, you can have more than one mate, but in most cases, we do have one mate. But I know of a woman who has two mates, and some do date three men at a time. They call them their mates, and they understand and don’t get jealous. They love the woman, treat her equally, and also mate with her. It’s a reverse harem stuff. But why are you asking me about that? If it’s not about Triple L, then who is it about?” Mom’s eyes curiously peered into mine, and I sighed. “I am just asking, as I was researching about werewolves last night, and I found out that it’s possible for a wolf to have more than one husband and several pups,” I said, loo

know about werewolves. Right.?" I asked her" Yes I know just alittle like their origin and all that.""Okay so uh when werewolves turn eighteen they uh get to find a person they call mate. It's more like a soul mate like the way humans put it. That person completes them and uh well the wolf can't survive without that person. When they find their mate the wolf becomes happier and complete. But if they don't have one or haven't met him or her, they tend to go berserk uh like they go violent and turn into a complete animal unless if they are in a pack and have an alpha."" Ohh I see but why are you telling me all this.?" She asked crossing her arms."Because I am a werewolf and you are my mate."

she said. "Werewolf cougar, great." "Cougar or not, once I begin to change you, we become mates." "Mate?" I asked in disbelief. "Mmm yes." "Why?" "You know nothing of werewolves, but for now, because as far as I am aware, werewolves can only read the mind of a mate. Mates, like a soulmate, are rare, like finding a needle in a haystack. This situation isn't my idea of want either, but I am not gonna give up the opportunity of being with my mate."

Daphne shook her head, looking down at her trembling hands, “I don't really understand much about werewolves. What exactly is a mate?” Mamie seemed surprised, but she shook it off. “A blessing from the moon goddess,” Mamie said. “Each werewolf is given a mate whom they are fated to love and to be loved by for life.” Her smile seemed tinged with a memory that she wasn’t going to share with Daphne. Were she and Blade mates? Did every werewolf have the same belief about mates? Arthur had said practically the same thing. “But could a human be a werewolf's mate?” Daphne wondered. It didn’t make any sense to think so. “I don’t feel anything as strong as what you’re implying…”

“As in a friend?” “No,” he chuckles, “As in husband and wife.” I still for a moment, before rocking back as I far as I reasonably could. “Your what now?” “It’s not as bad as it sounds. There is a lot that you need to learn about our kind. I guess it’s something I take for granted. I was brought up in it, so it is the norm for me. But I guess I can understand why your feel a bit shocked by it all.” I couldn’t help but notice the endearing blush that had crept over his neck and cheeks whilst he rambled. “Werewolves are given a mate. The one person that is meant to complete them and make them whole. When we find that person we mate for life. There is no other for us.”

My grandfather's eyes widened, and he took a step back, as if the thought had struck him physically. "Elara," he began uncertainly, "the concept of mates is complicated. Werewolves, it's an attraction that can't be resisted, a pull that's instinctual. Vampires, though… their mates are different. Some myths speak of vampires having mates, chosen by a combination of affinity and chemical draw. The mate bond is irresistible and is lifelong." "Abbadon," I whispered, the name coursing through me. "He told me he was my mate."

"Yes. Ronan is... my mate." Technically, I wasn't completely lying, was I? Ronan is indeed my mate, even if he doesn't know the whole truth yet. Several women covered their mouths with their hands, wide-eyed in disbelief. "Oh my! I've only ever read stories like this in novels!" one of them exclaimed. "A werewolf finding a pure human mate! That sounds incredibly romantic, but it would be incredibly difficult if the wolf were the woman, ah, sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but—"

I guess there’s no hiding now. “How much do you know about werewolves? And mates?” I ask them. “Only that werewolves have mates. They only get one.” Preston answers. I nod. “Well, it’s a little deeper than that.” I start. “Our mates are our soulmates. Literal soulmates. We have half of a soul but our mates carry the other half. We become one when we meet at a certain age.” I glance up to see if they are paying attention. I notice that I need to explain a little bit more.

It was the day of the Werewolves' Hunting Festival. I found my mate three months prior. During the festival, the male werewolves presented their captured prey to their mates as a display of their strength and devotion. But my mate, Chris Ashwood, looked at me and said, "There are so many outstanding Alphas here. Why don't you just give up on me and choose someone else?" I nodded calmly. "Alright." Chris froze when I agreed without hesitation. He clearly didn't expect such an indifferent response. His hand, which was loading his hunting rifle, came to an abrupt stop.