Your Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

mom said looking at dad. "Well fated mates are two people who posses what we call a mate bond. Before you ask, a mate bond is like a bond, a special bond that two people share. For example, your mother and I share that bond, the bond is so strong that I can't live without her and she can't live without me, if she dies I die too. If she cheats I will automatically know she did and if I cheat she will know that I cheated. The bond is so strong it's like we share a apart of each other and we can't stay away from each other for longer periods because if that happens then we both go into depression or go feral,"

I walked down the podium to see Ashley blushing like a red tomato as soon as she saw me. "You're his mate," she squealed. "His what?" I asked. "Mate" she repeated. "I don't know what that is," I replied. She was silent for a while, thinking about something. "I don't know how to explain this to you but I'll try, see, a mate is someone who you wanna do that stuff with" I furrowed my eyebrow, "What type of stuff? Drugs?" I asked suddenly She glared at me "The stuff couple d…."

“What is this?” “I just marked you as my mate.”

“You are my mate. The bond has been pulling me toward you since the day you came of age. I followed it across four states to find you. Please — I’m asking you to accept me.” She took a step back. Looked at him. Looked at his face, kneeling in the grass of her dream-clearing, completely serious. “What’s a mate?” she said carefully. “Like — a partner? A… sexual partner?” Something crossed his face that might have been amusement, briefly. “A person can have many partners. They have only one mate. It’s a gift from the Goddess — the other half of your soul. There’s no substitute and no replacement. You either find them or you spend your life without them.”

My mate. Olivia…

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.

"I would have postponed this but I figured you'd be more comfortable if you knew what was happening. If you understood." I nodded again. He was spot on. "Well, I'm not sure how much you remember about our conversations. To start, do you recall what a 'mate' is?" "Like a girlfriend," I answered. He smiled a little. "Not quite, Jade. A mate is a soulmate to us. It means the goddess saw something in both of us that would match us perfectly to each other. It's much more than just a title. It's a soul-tie." I gulped. Soulmate?

Zane stepped forward until he was infront of me, and before I could ask again, he bent one knee and sank down. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked sharply. His grin was gone. He looked… earnest. I hated it. “I want to ask you something,” he said. “I’m not good at subtle, so I’ll just say it. Be my mate.” The world tilted under me. Mate? Mate??! Not just… dating. Not partners. A mate. Mates are for supposedly for life. Mates are… everything. I stared down at him, words catching in my throat. “Zane—what?”

She really is my mate. ***

My. My mate.