Words Ending In Mate Novels & Stories

“You sound just like me when I was your age. But the truth is, Liam, you can’t run from who you are.” I set my glass down a little too hard, the sound echoing through the study. “So, what exactly is a mate? And how will I know when I find mine?” A knowing look crossed his face. “A mate is more than just a partner. It’s a bond. The one person that transcends logic and reason. It’s instinct, fate, and desire all wrapped into one. When you find her, you’ll know. Your wolf will know. Your wolf will be overprotective.”

Axel is still my mate. Axel is still my mate!

I rather be mateless than be the laughing stock of the school. MATE !MATE !MATE! Gray shouted but I locked him out and looked at Bennett, and said "I would rather be mateless then be mates with a nerd like you" then walked away and back to where my parents. As I reached the stadium my mom did the unthinkable. She slapped me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she glared at me

I scoffed at the end "Too many big words Andrea. I don't understand"a kid from the back said and even added abit of dramatic effect by crossing her arms and pouting. I found it cute though. "Ok dear,let me make it easy, a mate is someone who loves you for you" "Somebody who loves me for me?" "Yes!" The alpha spoke "Please don't traumatize them" I whispered and he smirked He leaned towards me and I felt his warm breath fanning my cheek

But all I receive in return is a smile, inscrutable and enigmatic, leaving me to grapple with the uncertainty that’s churning within me. It’s Luna Cersei who gives the explanation I need. "Alpha Primo and I, with the permission of Evelyn and Dwight, have decided that you and Dwight must fully commit to your mate-bond." Mate-bond?! The word sends a jolt of confusion rippling through my flesh. Mate-bond implies a connection forged in the depths of a shared love. But there’s no mate-bond between me and Dwight—it’s just one-sided! Before I can voice my protest, the words caught in my throat, trapped beneath the weight of Luna Cersei and Evelyn’s unwavering gazes.

“Blake, please, just tell me.” He takes a deep breath. “Anna... she’s my mate.” My breath catches in my throat. His mate? That’s not possible. “What do you mean she’s your mate?” I demand, struggling to keep my voice calm. “We’ve been together for three years, Blake. You can’t just throw that away for someone you barely know.” “I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes full of regret. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’ve been trying to fight the mate bond for a very long time now, Violet. But I can’t deny the connection I feel with her. I have to be with Anna.”

But when his face came closer, my eyes automatically closed as I waited for him to kiss me. I felt him laugh against my ear which abruptly had me opened my eyes instantly. My heart was beating as fast as it could, but what he said next could have me having a heart attack. "You are my mate," he said against my ear. My insides clenched at how sexy his voice was. "You will continue as my mate, I will continue as yours." My body jolted when I felt his lips brushed against my ear. "As of now, we are dating."

"She is the last person I will want to spend my entire life with" "Does that mean you agree to her being beautiful?" Arden asked with a wink and I scoffed. "Does that change the fact that I will never accept her?" "As your mate?" he asked, smiling mischievously. I blinked. "Mate? Never! She can never be my mate" "Gilbert, calm down. I never said she is your mate. I am just joking" I frowned. "That joke is way too expensive to be accepted. You better..."

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

"My mate..." . . .