Why Does A Black Widow Kill Her Mate Novels & Stories

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I have to go back before he suspects me.” “Are you sure about this, Rose?” A part of me isn't, but that part is the same one who cried for the bastard after he left me. That part is the one that was broke after I listened to Ethan's plans for my family. So no, that part won’t handle this. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I slipped my hand into my bag and grabbed the small medicine bottle. Drinking wine won't be the same again for him. I've heard stories about the black widow spider who kills her mate after mating. I found it fascinating how she followed her instinct, even if it meant killing her husband.

“I mean it literally. Four killed themselves when he found his mate. One plucked out her eyes. The rest had to be shipped out of the country so they would stop chasing him.” “Holy.” He nodded. “One of the woman actually snuck back to America. And when the man and his mate were rushing to the pack doctor to deliver their first pup, they were hit by her car. She made sure the mate was dead and then dragged the man from the crash. She took him, and when he refused to mate her, she killed him and then herself.” I leaned my head in my hand. “Seriously?” He nodded.

And eventually I might have to step down from my position. To secure my future with a worthy she-wolf, I needed to kill that pathetic excuse of a human mate. The mate who would only bring misfortune for me. As I didn’t mark her yet, I would be able to get past the painful phase of mate loss. I would be in physical pain for some days but I would be able to get it through. I would be able to get another mate. Or If I didn’t get another mate, it would be okay as long as I got another she-wolf.

He might be an asshole in some cases, but he is a great, loving husband that anyone she-wolves can get, and we’re lucky that he is ours,’ ‘Ours? Really? Did you forget that he killed Austin just to have us?’ ‘Well, if he killed Austin to have us, then he could have done that the day we found Austin was our mate, i.e., when we were eighteen. But he didn’t. Even though he had his eyes on us from the moment you were sixteen, he killed Austin when you were twenty. So, that explains why killing our mate was never his plan. He killed him the night we were hospitalized,’

“Next thing, I have some giant birds sneering at me because I want to hug my wife. You are my wife.” Jodie’s arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him deeply to reassure him. “I am your wife. Once they come back, I will burst whatever bubble that is growing in their minds.” “They better come back,” Ryan said, staring into the distance. “If the one who marked you does not return, you will not escape unscathed.” Jodie looked at me and I nodded. I had met more than enough couples who had died because of the mate bond. Some tyrannical leaders in the historical books of the wolves would even go as far as to kill their mates before they mate, just so that they could not have a weak spot.

Elder Zarah said. My interests all piqued, I began to listen attentively. If there was a way, then maybe― "But it requires for either of the involved mates to die. You've also learned about this before. If a werewolf dies, his or her mate can also die out of loneliness. After all, mates are supposed to be forever side by side, just like the idea of a husband and wife in the human world. The Moon Goddess blesses each of us with our own mates. For betas and omegas, there is a huge possibility they will soon follow if their mate died first. For alphas, it is less possible to happen but alphas are known to be the most devoted lovers and will choose to live on carrying their mate's mark on them."

" I move away standing on my feets as I feel Laura's body as cold as ice now, I drag her up on all her weight as I throw her on my back giving her a piggy back ride, Her dead body which surprisingly had not turned stiff and hard yet seems to be alive however her heartbeat is missing and her pulse intact once again, everything makes me want to go crazy as the fact that I had killed my mate, I pull up her whole weight as I take slow and cautious steps towards the door away from the pool of blood,

"My mother followed a month later. She stopped eating. She stopped talking and automatically stopped living." "Because of the mate bond?" "Because losing your mate can make you go mad or die. She chose to die, it is always harder for the women. She said the world was too quiet without him." Gaius looked at the rising sun. Hazel swallowed. "I'm sorry." "You don't have to be. It's an old pain." He shrugged. "But it means I know what nightmares look like. You don't make them stop hazel. You learn to carry them. The pain doesn't get smaller, you just get stronger."

Even up till that moment. He was mad. Angry at the Moon goddess for making him different. Then, as years passed, his anger slowly turned to hate. He hated the mention of the word close to him and often punished wrongdoers by killing their mates. Eventually, the victims killed themselves too. In the werewolf world, mates were the most important thing to anybody and living without their mates was like living in a stuffed room. Only a few make it far without killing themselves.