Werewolf Mates 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’ve caught up to that part, but that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you still here?” “I’m getting to that part, but it’s a little harder to explain than I thought it would be.” “Clearly.” She stared at me, waiting for me to continue. I rubbed the back of my neck. Might as well bite the bullet, terrible saying when my mate could actually shoot me if need be. I looked down at my hands now that they were resting on my knees. “Within the werewolf community, there are things called mates, and when a werewolf finds their mate, it’s an instant thing, and they are then officially off the market.” I glanced up at her, but her face gave away nothing.

This was it…the moment of Truth. "I…I am a Werewolf and as a Werewolves, we have this kind of thing called MATES. It's a process where a man, after shifting into his wolf form and being of age, gets to meet his mate and vice versa. The moon goddess is in charge of giving us mates. However, it can take different times for different people. Some people might get it earlier than expected while some are late bloomers." She answered carefully without avoiding eye contact because she was scared that he was going to go berserk after hearing this.

I answered honestly. "Mates are like soulmates. lovers or partners who are meant to be with each other. You see every werewolf has a mate, be it human, vampire or whatever being the moon goddess our god has chosen for us. To us they are who we choose to love, respect and treasure. But there are times when the other mate refuses to be together with his partner and that ends badly for our kind. Some die, while some go crazy and leave the pack. To us mates are like a gift and miracle because we grow up waiting to come across them or to find them. You are mine and Ryan's mate." He said as I quickly turned and faced him. "Me, your mate?" I asked on top of my voice.

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.

Making our wolves say the one thing we both have been waiting for "MATE"

I sit opposite her, giving her my full attention. " Right okay, so as you now know we're Werewolves, as regular wolves we live in packs and we have an Alpha, the Alpha's wife is called his mate and mates are predestined by our Moon God and Goddess, they are basically the other half of our souls or our soulmates, you'd be able to scent your mate after you come of age and shift, if you are ever disloyal to your mate he or she would feel a stabbing pain in their chest and vice versa if your mate is disloyal to you, when you touch you'd feel what we call sparks, she would be the only person you would feel that with and your world would rotate around her once you meet her, Alpha mates are called

My mother had been right—it sounded surreal. “I was young when we got married,” my mother said. “I had to leave my own pack, but I understood that it was a political marriage and it was the right thing to do for my pack. Werewolves, Ava, are very loyal to their packs. It’s something humans can never really understand. But I didn’t love him, the Alpha. He wasn’t my mate.” “I thought you said you married him,” I asked, confused. “I did. But ‘mates’ are something else entirely. Mates are two wolves chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to be together. They have...a special connection. A bond. Their wolves are also bonded. Again, it’s not something that a human can understand.”

My voice broke on a sob and I struggled to maintain my composure in front of her. "Do you know what a mate means to a werewolf, Zara?" The goddess questioned me and I found myself stumbling over words at her sudden change of direction. "A mate means everything to a werewolf. A mate is the reason a werewolf wants to live because he wants to be with them and create a life with them. Both parts of their person, the wolf, and the human attached to their mates in a very intimate manner. Their mates become the reason they want to live as soon as they find them and this interdependence only grows stronger with every passing day. Soon, their identities become so intertwined that they lose all hope o