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Forsaken Mate Nemora - 1
Nemora’s POVTwenty-Four Years AgoMy hands won’t stop shaking. It’s been thirty minutes, but the test result remains the same: the black plus sign glares at me from the bathroom counter. I’m pregnant.Tears well up in my eyes and my heart races, thumping hard in my chest. I’m supposed to be excited and happy and thrilled about all of this. I’m supposed to run to my beloved and throw myself in his arms to tell him the good news. But he’s not my mate. He’s hers.Dread sends ice through my veins.Reeve… Reeve was my everything. We grew up together, fought, and planned Io's future together. Equals. Partners. Alpha and Beta in name only, we moved through this place as one, interchangeable parts of an efficient machine.I walk through the large bathroom, running my fingers over the stone sinks, my bare feet hot against the beautiful tile. Reeve had the Luna quarters remodeled for me. He said he wanted to dress me in the finest and house me in the most luxurious quarters. He told me the pos
Forsaken Mate Nemora - 2
“B-Beta Nemora, I-I’m sorr-ry for stopping by like th-this—” Elluana’s pale cheeks tinge pink in embarrassment as she fumbles with her words. Impatient, a man steps between us, hiding her completely in his shadow. Elder Samual. One of the wolves responsible for bringing Elluana into the pack. As if that isn’t reason enough for me to hate him. He’s spent the last eight years doing everything I his power to undermine Reeve’s authority as Alpha. And when Reeve rejected Elluana, he was the loudest to protest. I’m not surprised to see him glowering here. He’s never more than fifteen feet away from the future Luna.“Beta Nemora, we request a minute of your time.” Samual doesn’t wait for me to respond, shoving past me into the Luna’s quarters, Elluana’s wrist tight in his grasp. “We understand you are quite busy with your duties within the pack, but this was an urgent matter.”“What is so urgent that you’ve dragged this poor woman here at this late hour?” I ask, taking hold of Elluana’
Forsaken Mate Nemora - 3
In the end, I relented to Reeve and ended up back in the Luna’s room of the packhouse the next morning. I can still smell Elluana’s faint scent lingering on the arm chair. I was only gone for one night, so she didn’t have time imprint her scent on everything. But I excpected her to at least sit on the bed, or open the wardrobe. It’s as if she sat in that one spot all evening and didn’t dare move.Frustrated, I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale a heavy sigh. I told her to become stronger. The pack needs her to be unshakeable and bold. Thankfully, Reeve is setting up a room near ours for her to stay in. Maybe I should bring her with me to train. It can’t hurt for her to at least observe the drills so she can know what’s going on and how to make decisions in case Reeve or I am incapacitated.I’m so distracted by my thoughts and plans, I didn’t hear Reeve enter. When he wraps his arms around my waist it startles me and I nearly send him through a wall.“Goddess, Nemora!” he groans, cl
Forsaken Mate Nemora - 4
“I know you are not stupid enough to threaten me and my unborn child to my face,” I growl, stepping up against Samual who falters only a moment. He stumbles backward but catches himself and straightens up.“I’m only warning an expectant mother of the dangers that lurk around every corner.” Elder Samual clears his throat and regains his fragile composure. “You can never really know where a person’s loyalties lie until they have a blade in their hand. Will they use it for you or against you?”“The only person I don’t trust is you, venomous old lout!” I hiss, letting my wolf Noctura rise. My own Alpha aura is nothing to balk at and Elder Samual shrinks away, backing himself to the bedroom door.“Careful, Beta Nemora. We mustn’t allow our tempers to flare and break trust,” he states, trying to sound like my very aura isn’t enough to crumble him to dust. “I simply wanted to help you see reason. You and I both know Alpha Reeve needs his mate. He’s unraveling at the seams!”“Are you question
Forsaken Mate How Can I Live With It?
Present DayMakayla’s POVI’m numb as Christobel weeps, recounting the details of my father’s final moments and my mother’s swift departure from Io. Should I be crying with her? Is it right for me to cry when I don’t know these people and was the cause of so much heartache? Realistically, I know it isn’t my fault, but guilt still weighs heavy on my heart.If my mother hadn’t been pregnant with me, would she have been able to fight the Elders and take back control of Io with my father?“You’re just like her, you know?” Christobel sniffles, smiling wearily as she squeezes my hands gently. “I can tell you’re already blaming yourself for what happened. But it wasn’t your fault. It will never be your fault.”Clearing her throat, she wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her blouse, never releasing my hands. “Your mother had to kill your father because he was going on a rampage. Everyone who was there that day acknowledges that she saved the pack from total destruction. We all know Nemora as a he
Forsaken Mate No More Secrets, No More Lies
It’s a few minutes before I calm down enough to ask more questions. Did they know from the beginning who I am? Why did it take so long for them to save me from River Crest? Does all of Io know that I am the daughter of Alpha Reeve and Beta Nemora? Are they angry at me?“Calm down, wildling,” Rafe hums, kissing my temple. “Breathe. One question at a time.”“At the time, the witch only told me that Nemora’s bond was switched to a Beta of a nearby pack. No name, information, or defining characteristics,” Christobel says, shaking her head. “It took a lot of searching before we narrowed it down to River Crest. We had no idea Nemora was already gone. And there was no way for us to know if her child was a boy or a girl.”“Not to mention, it took years for me to step up as Alpha of Io and resume the search in earnest,” Rafe adds. “Up until five years ago, Thane was acting Alpha.”
Forsaken Mate Forever Isn't Enough
Christobel excuses herself, leaving Rafe and me alone. The door isn’t closed for three seconds before he wraps himself around me in a crushing hug. At the same time, his guards come down, and I feel all of his emotions intensely. They mingle with mine, clouding my already confusing feelings. I can pick out a single, strong undercurrent of sadness. The deep, heartbroken kind that permeates everything and makes it heavy like a dead leg.You’d think he was the one who just discovered he had wrongly accused his mother of a crime for his entire life.“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder.“I should be asking you that,” he grumbles into my shirt, squeezing me tighter. “How do you feel knowing the truth?”“About my mother? Numb. I can’t process all of this in a single afternoon.” I release my mate, slipping from his grasp and wrapping my arms around myself. It’s not the same as it once was. Giving myself a hug used to be the only comfort I could get. It used to feel
Forsaken Mate Shifting Times
My stomach growls in the pause between my question and their answer. I try to muffle it with my hands, but the cat’s out of the bag, and I don’t get another word in edge-wise before Rafe hoists me into the air and carries me out of the room and down the stairs to the main level of the packhouse.It’s my first time seeing this area clearly without sneaking through in the middle of the night or clouded with confusion of a rogue attack. I want Rafe to slow down so I can catch my bearings, but I know better than to ask him to do that. The second my stomach growled, I felt his anxiety spike. He’s not going to stop until I’m stuffed with food, barely able to breathe or stand.All I can do is hold on tight and take in as much of the blurred scenery as possible. And maybe try to memorize the route to the cafeteria. Damn, I really need someone to show me around.We burst through heavy doors into a large café, and the smell of food hits me like a warm pillow to the face. My stomach protests lou
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Forsaken Mate Wedding Bells - Finale
If looks could kill, Erick and Marco would be dead right now. The hideous glare on Wesley’s face paints a stunning portrait of the man I know him to be. Now, everyone else finally gets to see him for the hateful, lying, psychopath that he truly is.His façade of innocence melts away and all that’s left is a shaking, contemptable man with nothing to lose and a singular goal. I can feel his wicked intentions vibrating in the air. It’s obvious. And pathetic. Anyone else would have slumped and begged for mercy. But not Wesley Wrest. Never Wesley Wrest.Through grit teeth, Wesley growls. “You traitorous little shits don’t know what you’re doing. You think I’m gonna let you get away with ratting? You think you’re gonna make it out of here alive after the shit you just pulled?!”Before King Helios can grab and detain him, Wesley slips out of reach and charges the altar. I step forward, pulling the two pups behind me and standing him down. As I figured, the mate bond wouldn’t let him hurt me.
Forsaken Mate Wedding Bells - 2
“The Goddess did no such foul thing,” Rafe growls, stomping down near Wesley. “Your schemes end here, worm.”“Alpha Rafael, Makayla, explain,” King Helios roars, no longer passively sitting to the side.“Through nefarious means, Alpha Wesley Wrest severed the mate bond between Makayla and myself. We are true fated mates, marked, and promised to one another for some time,” Rafe states. With his head held high, he looks just as regal and commanding as the king. My heart races just watching hmi address the room with confidence.“Liar! You stole her from me when Io came for diplomatic meetings!” Wesley shouts. “She is mine and has always been. Only mine!”“There was never any mate bond between us. How dare you try to claim otherwise over five years after we both came of age!” I snap. “King Helios, I humbly submit testimony from one Quinn Iverson, the former Luna candidate of River Crest.”Wesley’s eyes grow wide and the whispers around the temple hall grow into full blown outrage as a scre
Forsaken Mate Wedding Bells - 1
I’m nervous.My heart’s pounding and I can barely think straight. Every breath feels too big for my lungs, like I might pop any second. The dress wasn’t this tight yesterday. The shoes didn’t pinch like this. Am I growing? Will I end up filling the entire temple hall with my massive, bulbous feet and wide back? Is Rafe going to see his bloated bride and run away in fear.“Makayla, breathe.” Thane’s warm hand covers mine. He pulls me into a gentle hug, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to calm me down and stop my thoughts from spiraling.“I’m okay,” I lie, my fib muffled by his suit jacket.“Your heart’s racing like a running rabbit,” he chuckles, pulling away. He brushes a strand of my long, curled hair from my face, kissing me on my forehead. “I know it’s scary, but there’s nothing for you to worry about. Everything’s in place. And you, my
Forsaken Mate Unwelcome Intruder
I’m exhausted.Between preparing for the Luna Ceremony, the wedding, and all the pack celebrations these last three days, I’ve been swamped with engagements and work. And if that isn’t bad enough, Rafe has been insatiable.I haven’t been able to go to his office for lessons since we’ve had a change of plans. I’ve been working with Thane, Christobel, Elder Raimey, and countless event hires from caterers to dress makers. More than once, I didn’t see Rafe all day until we both showed up separately to the pack celebrations late in the evenings.We would both be drained from these long days, but the second he sees me, he’s on me. His hands don’t leave my body, his gaze never wanders from my face. It’s like he’s desperately clinging to me to prove that his love hasn’t wavered with the removal of our bond. I don’t know what to do or say to show him that I feel the same about him.So, I just let him do whatever he wants and try to keep up.These last three days, he’s dragged me from the celeb
Forsaken Mate Bond Broken
“This changes nothing!” Rafe roars.His shouts pull me from my numb sleep into aching consciousness. My body feels like it was tossed off a cliff and rolled over by a semi. I blink the world into focus and find the familiar ceiling of Io’s hospital above me.“She is my mate. We know this. So whatever is happening is of no concern to me,” Rafe snarls. “Makayla is my Luna. She is going to be my wife. This changes nothing.”“What’s happening?”I push onto my elbows and find the room filled with concerned warriors: Dr. Juniper, Christobel, Thane, and an elderly woman I’ve never seen before. Her round, wrinkled face turns toward me, though her milky white eyes don’t seem to see anything.“My child, give me your hand.” Her withered fingers reach for me, and I pull away on instinct. Rafe pulls me into his side, kissing my hair.“It’s okay. Let Elder Raim
Forsaken Mate Wesley's Plans
“Yes! Please! Please save me.” Real tears fall from Quinn’s eyes as she begs me for her life. How many times have I imagined this scenario? Quinn crawling at my feet, completely humiliated. Beyond humiliated. Hopeless. Alone. Scared. Everything I was. Everything she inflicted on me.And just like her, I will show no mercy.I stomp on her hand, grinding it under my heel and ignoring her cries of pain.“Listen carefully, Quinn,” I mutter. “Because I won’t be repeating myself. Do you understand?”She nods, stifling her cries.“You’re going to tell us everything that you told Wesley about Io. Everything. You’re not going to conveniently leave a single detail out, do you hear me?”She nods again.“And you are going to tell us everything that Welsey has done since taking control of River Crest. The rogues, the attacks, everything.”Another nod.“And when you’re done spilling your guts about that, you’re going to tell us his plans and why he’s doing all of this.”A different reaction. She gl
Forsaken Mate Head on a Spike
“Makayla! Makayla slow down!” Christobel shouts after me.I won’t. I can’t.My legs carry me swiftly back to the packhouse and through the gated doors that lead down to the dungeons. I’ve only been once, but this trip is decidedly faster than the first. I take the stairs four or five at a time, ripping my lovely party dress and ruining all the hard work Christobel and the attendants did to make me look presentable.I can’t care about that right now. I can’t even stop my thoughts from scrambling madly, spiraling to a single point. Quinn Iverson must die. Today. At my hands.How dare she? How dare they?! River Crest wasn’t content with mercilessly tormenting me for years. No, they couldn’t be satisfied now that I am gone and no longer an eyesore to their perfect little pack. They had to go and mess with my new family.She’s not getting away with that. And once I’m through with her, I’m taking Wesley’s head with my bare hands!I bottom out at the end of the stairs, huffing furiously and
Forsaken Mate Rebecca
The downside to being all dolled up for a celebration is limited range of motion and the inability to run full speed when you need to.Trying to keep up with Thane and Christobel is a challenge in four inch heels and this flowing dress. I’ve given up on keeping my hair looking pristine and neat, the curls flow wildly behind me as we surge toward the west gate.Appearances don’t matter. All that matters is getting to whoever is waiting before Rafe does. Not that I care what he does to them, I just don’t want to beg him for permission to see them in the dungeon again. And I’m not overly fond of the idea of going back down there anyway.Plus, if Quinn’s sudden arrival is any indication, calming him down for hours and days after will wear me out. My legs are shaking as is and my lower back is killing me. As much as I love him and our time together, I would rather not have a body cast on for my Luna ceremony.Please, Goddess, don’t let it be Wesley or Deadrick.My silent prayer is answered
Forsaken Mate The Morning After
I don’t recall falling asleep. But I’m awoken by Christobel and a number of attendants rushing in to tend to me. The sun casts the room in a warm, golden glow. Rafe’s scent lingers in the air, but is slowly fading, much to my heartbreak. He must have slipped out earlier and left me to sleep in.“We’ve prepared a bath for you, Luna,” one of the attendants announces, head bowed. I don’t recognize her. I don’t recognize any of the women clamoring around me, eagerly pushing to be ahead of the group. Christobel’s kind eyes shine with pride as she stands at attention in front of all the rest.“Now ladies, I only agreed to let you assist me today because you were all so eager to serve our new Luna,” she declares, silencing the commotion. “If you continue to behave in such an immature fashion in front of Luna Makayla, I will dismiss all of you and serve her myself as I’ve always done.”Ah, I see.She’s showing off our close relationship. I struggle to conceal a smile. I’ve never seen this sid
