You Never Will Be My Mate Novels & Stories

I just wanted to find a person I really liked and gave my body and soul to my mate. Osborn? God! Why did I think of him again? Since I found that he was my mate, I always couldn't help thinking of him. I really wanted to slap myself. How could I think of Osborn at this time? He was my brother! Moon Goddess made a mistake! Osborn and I could never be mates. Not to mention that he was my brother, but he wanted to kill me now!

This girl who has always been mine. “I can’t lose you,” I whispered. “Not to him. Not to anyone.” “You won’t lose me.” “You don’t understand—” “Then help me understand. Tell me the truth.” I took a big breath. “You are my mate.” The words came out quiet but strong. She stared at me, mouth open a little.

I went to sleep that night never imagining that the next morning I’d wake up to words I’d never, ever wanted to hear… “I’m here to reclaim my MATE!”

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

“I love you, but I can't be with you, cause whether you like it or not... whether I like it or not, my heart belongs to my mate. I don't love her now, doesn't mean I won't love her later. Even if I never love her, she will still be my mate. I can't change that, you can't, nobody can change that." Wow! That is the most cliche shit I have ever heard in my life. The worst of it all is that it came from my mouth. This mate bond is turning me into a sissy, and I don't like it. “No...no...no you can't do this to me, Nathan. You just can't." Tina screams, real tears running down her face. I pay her no mind as I stare into the gorgeous eyes of my mate, waiting for her reaction. “You fucking idiot,"

My mother would have abandoned me if it didn’t tarnish her name in the process, so she tricked her mate into thinking I was his. Matteo puts his hand under my chin and gently lifts it as stray tears leave my face. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re a bastard. You are my mate, the only fucking mate I want. You are the mate I always pictured myself with. I thought when I was fated to Cheryl that the moon goddess didn’t give a fuck about me or what I wanted. Then she gave me you as my second chance mate, the mate I always wanted. I was a dumbass and almost lost you from my stupidity. I will not give you up ever, Amara. You are mine, marked and claimed as such.” He states boldly before he kisses m

He battered and bruised my body too many times for me to ever want to have another man enter my body again, not even Laiken. “But you are missing the point, my mate. No woman could ever be enough for me now that I have you. No woman will ever be attractive to me again now that I have you. No woman will ever be able to do anything to make me want to be with them now that I have you. You are it, my one and only, for as long as we live. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t wearing my claiming mark. We are mates. I am yours, today, tomorrow, and always. No one else will ever be good enough for me now that I have you. It hurts me when you say you want me to be with another. I can’t and I won’t. Not

"Mom... what's a mate? - Well, your mate is supposed to be the person you belong with for the rest of your life. They are your other half in a way. They take care of you, look out for your well being. And they might give you wonderful children to raise in the future. - Is dad your mate? - Of course baby, your father is my mate. - But why doesn't he love you?"

This mate wouldn't be easily caught, the mate pull with her needed more persuasion. “Everyone knows my determined and brave mother, Becca. She's as dark-haired as you are blonde, and if you would stand next to each other, you could pass for sisters,” he began again as if giving a history lesson. “But it's my father who is the icing on the cake.” "Get a move on, man. Get to the point. So long-winded!” she growled, annoyed. But Mateo was in no hurry. He looked over the trees tops towards the packhouse and then back at his mate, who was now tapping her nails on the stone table.

I felt Nala howling in pain inside me, and I could feel she was as hurt as I was. She was really excited to see our mate but he had just called us weak and said we can never be his mate. “But you’re my mate and ….”. “No you’re not my mate. I curse this day I met you and I curse you from being my mate cos I can never accept you. Never”.