4 Book(s) Related to fated mates

Liara Haysbert's whole world revolved around her books and her family. She didn't want to find her mate just after turning eighteen because she wanted to become a doctor first. A part of her didn't wish to find her mate because she was scared that her mate would reject her. Because she used to struggle to speak in front of anyone, as she had been mocked her whole life because of her nerd nature.
But life had another plan for her when out of the blue, her part crossed with her fated mate, a rogue.
None of them wanted each other to know the problem that they might face in the future, but neither Liara could muster the courage to speak in front of him, nor did he talk with her.
"I, Liara Haysbert, da..daughter of Brandon Haysbert rejects…." Immediately she realized that she didn't know his name. "Ple..please tell me yo..your name." She whispered.
"Name?" He finally spoke for the first time in front of her. Liara grabbed her clothes tightly, hearing his voice. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long."
Liara's heart sank upon hearing this, and she soon realized what the hell she was going to do. She kept staring at him without blinking her eyes for a while before speaking. "Theodore."
It meant 'a gift of god'. And he was indeed a gift by Moon Goddess; otherwise, they wouldn't have been 'FATED MATES.'
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Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Ongoing)
Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed)
Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Completed)
Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Completed)


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Love lost, love chased, and love reborn—this collection of werewolf short stories weaves together tales of passion, heartbreak, and redemption.

From powerful Alphas who regret letting their fated mates slip away to strong-willed heroines who rise above betrayal, each story explores the raw emotions of second chances and self-discovery. Some wolves fight to reclaim what they've lost, while others learn that true strength lies in walking away.

As the moon guides them through pain and healing, they must decide: cling to the past or embrace the future?

In "Fated Mates Torn by Hate", experience stories of chasing love, finding self-worth, and letting go of old wounds to step into the light of a new dawn.

I spent ten years as a ghost in the Sterling mansion—my parents' debt turned me into the triplet Alphas' punching bag. Asher commanded me with cold cruelty, Blake humiliated me with his fists, and Cole watched in pitying silence. They called me "Carrot" and left me to freeze in the snow when I was eleven. I survived, but I never forgave.

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I finally shifted for the first time. I thought freedom was within reach, until my scent—white musk and first snow—changed everything. Three former tormentors stood outside my door, ice-blue eyes burning with possession.

They were my fated mates. All three of them.

Overnight, the debt vanished and the insults stopped. They publicly declared me their Luna and showered me with a black Amex card and a luxury car. Asher's deep voice swore to spend his life atoning, Blake buried his face in my neck trembling with apologies, and Cole held my hand saying they'd been waiting for me for ten years. My wolf howled inside me, screaming "accept them."

But one voice kept echoing in my mind:

Would that eleven-year-old girl, shivering in the snow and certain she would freeze to death, forgive the choice I'm about to make?

I'm Lily, 25, designer, and I date around—a lot.
My ex Mark broke up with me yesterday with the most ridiculous reason: "Lily, your sex drive is way too high. I really can't keep up. Seven days a week, you want it every single day? I need a break..."
Come on, three or four times a week is completely normal, okay? He's just too weak.
Break up? Fine. Whatever. He never lasted long in bed anyway and didn't know what he was doing. I'd been ready to move on.
Bored, scrolling through my phone, my bestie Jessica sent me a mysterious link—MoonLink dating app.
I casually registered and, after a moment's thought, uploaded a lingerie shot—black lace, showing off every curve. If I'm fishing, might as well use the best bait.
Three seconds later, my inbox exploded: 99+ messages from drop-dead gorgeous guys! Each one looked like they'd stepped off a magazine cover—ripped bodies, dangerous eyes, oozing masculinity.
"Now THIS is a real hunting ground!" I nearly squealed with excitement.