Romans & histoires Woman Mates With Dog

"She killed her mate then killed herself!" "What?" Diana sat down, shocked. "But how? Why?" "She's been here almost a year and has made it quite plain she wasn't happy about it. Rumor is she found out she was pregnant and lost it. She took a dagger to her husband when he came home and then drove it into her stomach." "I don't understand." Diana could only imagine her ashen pallor as she felt the color leave her face. "The way Kor explained mating to me, the spirits find soul mates, people who should be compatible in every way."

"Elias Blackridge, do you take this woman, Sandra Moonridge, as your mate, your Queen, and your partner, to stand by her side always and forever?" "I do," his voice was just as firm, but held a slight tremor. The tremor of pure happiness. The shaman wrapped a silver chain around our joined hands. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I now declare you mates. From this day forward, you will carry the future of our kind together." The hall erupted in thunderous applause. But my attention wasn't on the cheers. I looked into Elias's eyes and saw the glint of tears. This strong man, this Alpha who never cried, was now trembling with emotion like a child.

But in my mind, I could still see it: the images of Nathan, of my husband, my childhood friend and fated mate… Getting into bed with another woman. I could still see the smile on her face, the lustful look in her eyes. I could see the way his lips grazed her ear, the way his hands wandered her waist as he pressed her down on the bed. The pictures had been taken through a window and were a little blurry, but it was him. There was no doubt about it. Inside of me, my wolf was howling in pain. “What will we do?” she asked frantically. “Our mate is straying from us.”

"Fuck! Our mate… brother, we're fucking mated to the same woman!" Geri shouted, his voice loud in the stillness of the night as they tore through the woods, chasing a scent they could no longer trace. Amarok was on edge, his wolf clawing at his insides, growling loud in his head. The woman. Their mate. She'd been right there, and now she was gone. "She saw us… fucking another woman—and now she's gone!" he snapped, kicking a rock as his rage boiled over.

Mostly, our fights were when she’d come home to visit from reigning as Luna in the Coldridge Pack in Alberta, and she didn’t approve of my behavior or teaching her kids bad habits. However, this is the first time we’ve fought about something serious about a woman. We’ve never had to fight over chicks. If we were into the same chick, we both fucked her. No big deal. But those were random women. This is my mate. I won’t share her because he’s delusional enough to think she’s his, too. And anyone that tells me that she’s both our mates can walk off the pier into the lake. That’s not how shit works. Werewolves mate for life, and it’s a one-to-one ratio.

Hudson was my mate, and here I stood facing a second one. “Well, this is interesting,” says Silva with thinned lips. Hudson fumes and wastes no time to add through clenched teeth, “Clearly there is some misunderstanding.” I am looking from one angry male wolf to a highly amused witch with growing confusion. Never have I heard of this before, having two mates was rare and most times of the same gender. For instance, one woman mated to two males or one man mated to two females. Here I was, mated to both man and a woman. How would this even work?

“She’s my mate.” The stunned silence at the other end was almost as loud as the whine of a faulty microphone. “Y-your what?” “My mate, Vivian, get that into your head. Turns out wolves can have mates after all if they do the right thing, have sex the right way.” “You fucked her?” That was what she was concerned about? He chuckled bitterly. He was a fool to have left Maggie for this conceited bitch. “Lance, you fucking fucked Maggie while your girlfriend is pregnant with your baby?”

I turned to her fully now. Scott held out his arm and stopped the woman walking forward. “Sis, come on. Don’t make a scene.” “This skank has been traipsing around our town for months. She’s a fucking human. She has no connection and no qualms about fucking anyone.” “The hell…” I looked from her to man Eli, who looked white. Then it clicked. Shit. They were mates. Female werewolves were notoriously jealous over their mates. I put my hands up. “Look, I wasn’t doing fuck all to your mate. We were literally talking, Scott just introduced us. That was it.”

Lucas Lucas Gray could not concentrate on his history class. He had just found his mate. His wolf had sensed her immediately he entered the class and it had leaped for excitement. It was magical. He had been told what it felt like when a wolf finds its mate but experiencing it himself was a whole different matter. His parents were going to be so glad when they heard this, he thought to himself. But there was only one problem. He couldn't smell any wolf on her. Wasn't she a werewolf? Or was she a latent submissive? But he knew that wasn't the case. He would be able to smell her even if she was latent. Also, everything he said seemed to surprise her like she had never heard such terms being us

“What is Blue Eyes saying? “She is Athena, the Red Wolf. Don’t you remember her?” “Oh my! I said it. That face was familiar. How could I have forgotten her so quickly?” “I remember. Her father told me the actions he took against her after the ugly incident.” “But how is she my mate? Even her father doesn’t want her. He claims she is a bad fruit and doesn’t deserve to stay amongst us.” “Why am I even doubting it?” “Blue Eyes would never lie to me.”