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‘Mate’ Alpha Austin ‘Mate’ was all Espin could say. He was jumping around in my head. ‘Say something idiot. Let mate know you want her’ All I could do was stare in shock. I have been craving a mate since I was 18. Now at 38, whoa, wow, I finally found her.

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.

“Mate?” I whispered while he still held me closed to him. I wanted to ask what did he mean by mate? I have read a few novels and if they were all true, mate meant soulmates. Was it true? Was he my soulmate? I could still feel the tingles all over my body and the heat that embraced me when he was close. My wide eyes searched his for answers but his eyes only showed rage. I discovered that he didn’t like me being his mate but it was not my fault or was it?

this seemed to have caught his attention as I saw his hands stop moving on the keyboard. His eyes flickered to mine again, and he stretched his limbs out. “Fine. Ask away,” “I’ve been so interested in the mate thingy. How does it work exactly? I know it’s a soulmate thing, but I need more explanation on it,” I sat on the chair, leaning my hands and my chin on the backrest. “Well, like I had explained earlier, and like what’s you said, mates are coined from soulmates. To know if you’re mated is like a pull to your significant other. It’s an indescribable feeling and there’s no way to miss it,”

If only he knew what was coming his way. His eyes met mine. Those pair of green eyes were the same that stared back at me the first time I found out who my mate was going to be. Thinking about that day brought back memories of what had transpired. And hell, I really do not want to think about it. Accepting a mate is first sealed with a kiss. A tingling sensation, or should I call it sparks, would be felt before and during the process. And trust me, both individuals would feel it.

He's not like me. That sounds amazing." I mumbled my heart literally shattering as I said this."Yeah, what about you?" He asked grabbing a couple shirts and putting them in my box.Without thinking straight I blurted, "oh no... I don't have a mate." I dropped the box as I realized what I had just inferred."Of course you do." Isaac laughed bending over to pick the box up.

My heart beats a little faster at the mention of the word mate. “What is a mate?” I ask him, anxious to hear what that word means and not understanding why. “A mate is the one person that the Moon Goddess has deemed perfect for us.” “Like you and Rieka.” I tell him, a smile forming on my face. Never have I seen a couple so in tuned with each other, or so in love. Watching them together has shown me that there can be more to life than living alone, and that it is okay to rely on someone else.

What the hell is a mate, I all but scream at him. Julius says, please try to calm down, I will tell you everything and answer all of your questions, little mate. Don't call me that and damn right you will, I say a little too snappy while giving him, Lola and Travis the death glare. Okay, Star, a mate is someone that the goddess above hand-picks for each supernatural being. It’s their other half, the one makes them complete. Even better, a friend you can count on for the rest of your life that has your back regardless of what, and most importantly. A person to love and cherish unconditionally while growing old together. That's why I felt a weird connection with you the first time we met and e

Seeing that I wasn’t even sparing her naked body a glance, she quickly lifted her dress, throwing it over herself. Good. I dipped my hands into my pockets, running my eyes over her but making my intentions very clear—Not out of interest but disgust. I wanted her to question herself and maybe even tell my mother she wasn’t interested in being with me. But who was I kidding? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I quickly reminded myself about reality. That would certainly not be happening. It wasn’t about love but the position of being my mate was far too beneficial for her to let go.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"