Your Mate Novels & Stories

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

He moved closer to me when he found out that not a word came out of my mouth and my expression, wasn't one he could read. "Aren't you happy that I am your mate?" He asked, his face pale, I don't want to tell him that, my heart doesn't beat for him, and that would mean rejecting him. I know that feeling of being rejected by your mate but the truth is, I feel nothing of such for him, the only thing I want from him is friendship, I see him as a friend and a brother not, someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, not someone, I want to be mate to.

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

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.”

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

mate. Temporary mate, but I don't care, it's him. And he's now looking down at me with such intense eyes. Oh, my heart. "You are mine," he states. My heart goes crazy, "Logic be damned, you belong to me. As my mate. The Moon Goddess might not think so, but I do. We are mates.”

Genelia rolls her eyes and continues her story. "The chance of us finding our mate is about eighty-seven percent." Genelia is a wiz with math. I never understood how she does it. "How did you get that!" I say. "Okay..." She goes on explaining to me about how she got her answer but I was too busy thinking about my mate.

The tingles from the mate bond made me get goosebumps. She shivered as my fingers stroked her face and neck. She tasted so good. Through our mate bond, joy exploded like fireworks. Grace's gift flared brilliantly, showing her the absolute truth of our connection - two souls perfectly matched, chosen by the moon herself. I felt blessed I got such a gifted and beautiful mate. I kept kissing her, showing her I loved her and wanted her. I know we just met, but the mate bond made stuff happen pretty fast. I couldn't wait till her neck bore my claiming mark.

Brishor completed her sentence. Color rose to her cheeks and she nodded. He brushed her auburn hair on her forehead away and said, “Because you are our mate and you are the most beautiful woman.” For a long time, she stared in his emerald eyes. “Mate?” She didn’t understand. “What is a mate?” “Someone with whom you bond at a deeper level. It is like your souls that are intertwined for this life and beyond. We three are mates.” Chezzal took her small hand in his and compared her petite ones with his large ones. “So beautiful,” he breathed and kissed them.

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.