The Wandering Warlock’s Fated Mate

By J.B. Black

No matter how great the curse, he'll break it for love.

Castor meets his fated mate in dreams. They fall more in love each night, but a curse separates them, hiding his beloved's face and numbing their connection. Though his mate shies away, the warlock refuses to give up. No one expresses shock when he decides to become a curse-breaker, but they never expected he'd be this good.

Blood magic, spiteful god, or sorceress supreme - it doesn't matter how great, Castor will break it.

Which makes his mate all the more fearful.

Athanasius knows Castor deserves better than a cursed demigod. After creating an empire, the demigod watched it crumble after his godly father's spiteful spouse cursed him. Too tall - too scarred - too monstrous for the beautiful warlock, he's terrified. Born for death and war, how could he ever give Castor the happily ever after the man deserves?

Can Castor convince Athanasius that love is worth the risk?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Sep 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005084141

J.B. Black

Three sides to take care of all your wanton desires:Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!If you enjoy mpreg and a wake on the more fantastical side with fated mates, JB Black will fulfill your every desire.Brendol enjoys M/M without the fantastical edge. No pregnancies, just gay sex and romance!

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The Wandering Warlock’s Fated Mate

Gay Mpreg Fantasy Romance

J.B. Black

The Wandering Warlock’s Fated Mate

by JB Black

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

WANDERING WARLOCK’S FATED MATE

Copyright © 2020 J.B. Black

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior permission in writing from the publisher.

Content

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Chapter One

Castor adored dreams. During his warlock apprenticeship, he would often sneak out into fields of wildflowers and find a comfortable spot to disappear within the tall grass. Rabbits and hedgehogs would cuddle up against his side as he closed his eyes and fell into a soft sleep with little effort. His astral projection and clairvoyance opened worlds for him while he slept. Through Faerie and across continents, he traveled in his dreams long before he would ever walk upon those paths with his actual feet. Whenever he woke, the dryads would have woven flowers into his golden blond hair, and at the sight of his sleepy smile, his mother - a hedgewitch - lost all her anger and pressed a kiss to his forehead instead.

Be careful, my sweet boy, or you’ll dream your life away, she warned.

But how could he resist?

Mama, Castor called, following her as she gathered herbs. "Did you dream of Papa before you met him?

Her pink lips stretched into the dreamy smile he often saw in his own reflection. Your father came to me in a dream. I saw his tree first. Tall strong oak towering over me - shading and guarding me.

Glancing to his father’s tree in their backyard, Castor frowned. Did it scare you to know he wasn’t a warlock?

No, sweet boy. Witches and warlocks rarely marry amongst themselves, his mother told him. A dryad wasn’t too unusual. Adjusting her hat, she wiped her hands on her apron. I didn’t expect him to be the main advisor to a forest god. That was a surprise.

Humming, Castor ran off, finding soft ground to cuddle up for a nap. A fox curled up on his chest, and at the soft snores eased the young warlock into sleep, he dreamed of battlefields. They had once scared him. Blood and fire and swords, but the older he became, the more certain he was that these were memories rather than acts. If he wanted, he could walk away from them to explore the future or astral project, but this time, he stayed within them.

Hello? Castor called into the dream. Are you my fated mate?

A shadow shifted, and the battlefield fell away. Cold and gray and empty sprawled before him. A chill settled in his bones. He couldn't see the other’s face, but the warlock recognized their soul. A red string tied them together. This one belonged to him.

Smiling in his sleep and in his dream, the young warlock reached out. What’s your name?

There was no answer.

Where are you?

The other said nothing.

Unused to being ignored, Castor huffed, I’m going to find you. Wherever you are, whatever you’re called, I’m going to find you. You’re mine, and I am yours.

A sense of foreboding fell over him, but the young warlock refused to relent. This was his mate - his love - his life. They would grow old together. Like his mother, he would love them with all his heart, and like his father, he would protect this person. If they were too shy - too worried that he wouldn’t like them, Castor intended to prove to whoever they were that his love came unconditionally.

In the swirling gray, two eyes formed in the shadowy form. They were beautiful. Liquid silver pools shimmered - staring back at him through the mists of his dreams which were usually so clear. Castor’s breath caught in his throat. He yearned for more. The eyes called to him, but wakefulness beckoned him back, his hands reached forward to cling to the shade before him.

When he woke with a shadow leaning over him, Castor gasped, sitting straight up and almost bumped his head into his father’s. Dad! I saw my fated mate!

You did? the dryad said, smiling. Can’t you dream of them in your mother’s garden?

Castor’s nose wrinkled. They had silver eyes.

Silver, hm? Perhaps they’re a dragon, his father suggested.

Though he couldn’t explain how, Castor knew that wasn’t the case. Over the next few years, he dreamed of his mate often, but each time, the only clear part was those beautiful quicksilver eyes. Color came slowly. Pale skin blurred, and dark hair flowed about broad shoulders. He could never draw the image after he woke, but bits stuck inside his head. His mate was a man. He was significantly older than Castor, which had led to his discomfort with being so intimately attached to someone so young. Although Castor understood the other’s reasoning, the warlock had no intention to allow the other hold him at arm’s length. He pushed and pushed to learn more every time he dreamt.

You could give me your name, the warlock pushed.

His mate sighed. The man’s voice was deep and smooth. Something tired and forlorn thrummed in his tone on the rare occasions where he decided to speak, but the warmth of his back against Castor’s already was more than he had ever had before.

Tilting his head back, Castor nuzzled against the other’s long dark hair. Please?

You’re still an apprentice. You should be concentrating on your studies, his mate informed him.

Reaching back, the warlock brushed his hand against the other’s. Their little fingers touched, and when his mate didn’t pull away, Castor entwined their fingers. For someone so stalwartly against me, you’re awfully gentle.

I’m not against you.

No, you’re just worried that I’m too young, Castor complained, but he smiled at the other’s sort huff. Pressing a kiss to the back of his fated mate’s hand, the warlock yearned for more. You know that paired us. We belong together.

His fated love hummed softly. When the warlock awoke - slowly and surrounded in warmth, he sighed. Fate assured they would meet one day. Despite the other’s relative silence, he never outright rejected Castor, so when the time came, the warlock had no doubt they would be together. Glaring at the top of the tent above his head, the warlock debated going back to sleep, but with his apprenticeship finished, he had decided to attend a festival on his own before he would go off as a journeyman. This was his last chance to meet with his friends and enjoy the relative ease of life before focusing his training as a journeyman.

Not that he had decided what his focus would be. He had no particular talent at anything. His mother’s proficiency in herbs and his father’s position as a dryad gave him no favors in druidic or herbalist magic. He recognized enchantments and curses with ease, but recognition hardly meant much. A friend of his, Ronan, had a talent for battle magic, and that seemed so much more interesting even if Ronan swore he would stick to potions and charms.

Ruffling his blond hair, Castor ditched the cot he had borrowed for a quick dream visit with his mate before meeting his friends. Bright morning sunlight nearly blinded him when he stepped outside.

The annual fair always had the most interesting people around, but he only cared about saying his goodbyes before heading out on his quest to find his wayward mate. Love seemed a good enough journey if he couldn’t figure out a specialty. After having some fun in the main warlock and witch tent, he found Ronan trailing after a journeyman warlock in all black.

Castor! How are you? Ronan called, bouncing over with his familiar on his shoulders. Ronan’s dour friend, Fannar, trailed behind him, studying a small notebook and a map of the festival. I haven’t seen you in forever!

Laughing, Castor reached out to pet the familiar, but like liquid, it ducked away. Not particularly friendly, is he?

Ronan frowned, and the cat nuzzled his cheek. I think he’s shy. We’re still pretty new.

He can talk for himself, the familiar grumbled.

Fannar scoffed, rolling his eyes. Are we just going to stand here? I have druids to find.

Nobody’s keeping you here, Castor retorted, and when Fannar huffed and left the two without further comment, he beamed. I had another dream about my mate.

Ronan squealed with glee. Did you? What was he like? What did you learn?

"I saw