You Never Will Be My Mate Novels & Stories

She squealed in glee, letting everyone inside the hall know that this kid was both her brother and my mate. How fucked up could life get? "Mate?" He echoed, finally recovering from the shock of finding his first ever mate. Silvia disengaged the hug and stared at both of us, with pure wide eyed shock, still processing what was occuring. "You...you two are mates?" She fumbled, pointing at her brother then at me. I was just about to open my mouth and deny everything, when my father and Silvia's parents rushed into the scene, at the sound of the M word.

I could hear the anger in her voice despite her trying to mask it. "Twice." I muttered. "My point. Kay if he is your mate please reject him. Assuming he doesn't reject you first. He is no good for you. He is a toxic, womanizing ass wipe who isn't even worthy of kissing the ground you step on. You are a gem and he treated you like dirt." She had a point even though I hated to admit it. "The mate bond is supposed to be something special and pure that the goddess gave to us. I feel like if I reject him I will be disappointing everyone, including her." My chest started to feel even tighter. What the hell kind of anxiety attack was this?

As much as she was at fault, my dumb-ass mate was too. I grunted at the thought. The first time I finally accepted him to be my mate was a few hours ago and it had been playing on my mind ever since. I couldn't help but wonder if it played on his mind as well. He didn't seem to be too pleased by the confession, something I couldn't decipher coding his features. Sometimes I felt as if I needed to be an I.T whiz to decode the man I was mated to.

“What have gotten over you? Yes, Dennis is the fourth generation but that doesn’t change the fact that he is your Mate!” “He can never be my mate. I will never accept him as my mate. I deserve a strong man, a man worthy enough to be seen with me, not some riffraff. And to think that that little weak thing has to climb into his bed, ugh,” she groaned, her eyes shining blood red as her fangs elongated. “How dare she?” Martha frowned, calming down when she realized that her daughter was angry over something else. “She? Has the prince found his mate?”

“She’s all alone right now. She can’t survive out there.” “Then let’s erase the mate mark,” I said. “Either you send her away, or we get divorced.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cooling by the second. “Ann. That trick doesn’t work the second time.” He stepped closer, looking down at me like he held the high ground. “The first time, I was willing to spoil you, to let you throw your little tantrum.” He reached for my face. I dodged. “You say divorce and we divorce?” He gave a low laugh. “What do you think I am?”

He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder. “Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.” “I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.” “I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.”But doesn't it get boring though? Same woman? Same routine? I mean I might be able to stand it for a couple of weeks but not as long as you have. I'm kind of hoping that I'll never find my mate.”

"My mate..." . . .

She really is my mate. ***

I was her mate. ********************************

My mate. Olivia…