Bound to my sister’s mate

Aurora’s POVA pair of cool blue eyes pierce through the darkness, so bright that I flinch when they meet my gaze. I stagger back, my feet getting caught in a protruding root. I fall back, and that’s when the wolf emerges.It’s sleek white fur glows in the dark, but it’s spattered with so much blood that I can only see spots of it. The smell of copper fills the air, getting stronger as it draws closer to me, baring its teeth. Hunger is emanating off it. Starvation.But how come I can’t bring myself to look away?“Wake up,” I tell myself. I know this is just a dream, but now it’s getting painfully real and I want to get out of here. “Wake up, Aurora….”But I don’t stir. Not even a little. The white wolf just stares at me, its gaze way too intelligent. Too predatory.It’s going to attack, I thought. But no. Instead it starts to shift into an image of a naked man, glorious under the moonlight, all muscle and smooth skin. I trace my gaze up to his face, but before I can make out his featu

Aurora’s POVA rush of cold encloses my body. Suddenly my hand is too slack for the phone, but I don’t drop it. All the frustration from getting stalked and having the same mate as my sister finally catches up to me, and I find myself throwing the phone across the room.The sound of it clattering against the wall makes the conversation stop in the dining hall. My mom calls out, “Are you okay, sweetie?”“Yeah.” I can’t even feel my lips moving. “I just need some air.”With that, I rush out into the backyard and sit alone in the gazebo. In the distance, I can see a bunch of cars making their way to the driveway. I panic for a while, but then I see that it’s just the cars of Margot’s friends. They seem to be coming over for my birthday.Trust Margot to make my day about her and turn it into her party.Soon enough, the house gets filled with people. My parents seem to be happy, though. Why wouldn’t they? I have always been the outcast, and I have no friends to come over.I just wait in si

Aurora's POVMy breath gets stuck in my throat. My chest is so tight with unreleased air that my vision is also starting to get white at the edges. I hold onto the brim of the sink for support, wanting to get away. Needing to get away. But I just stand there like some sort of a masochist, listening to them.I feel... Dirty. Unpure. And the first surge of repulsion for myself for even keeping up with this is the only thing that drives me to get away and go back to my own room.I slam the door, having a dark hope that the sound would somehow make them stop. But of course it doesn't. Tears are leaking out of my eyes and I wipe them furiously, angry with myself."Why did it not work?" I ask Vega, not bothering to hide my anger. "You're my wolf. You're the one tied to this whole mate business. Why did our rejection not work?""I don't know," she says, and I can sense the desperation in her tone. "It should have worked. That's how it goes for a lot of people who denounce their mates. I don'

Aurora's POVThe day passes pretty fast, which is a huge relief in my end. I just didn't want it to go any faster, and time seemed to fly indeed.Now it's nighttime, and I'm back in bed curled up safe. I locked the window out of fear, and I didn't get the chance to tell my parents about what happened. It's probably for the best, since they are too busy entertaining Margot and Mason to ever pay me attention.Speaking of those two, they didn't stay for the night. I'm glad they're back at their university so they can snuggle and I don't have to see them, but I have to admit that it still hurts.But like what Mom said. Supress and kill.I'm doing exactly that as I try to get some sleep. It's been exhausting, and I just want to sink into the realms of dreams and just forget everything.Thankfully, the stars seem to align and I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.At first, the only thing that surrounds me is darkness. But slowly, more and more colors loom into view, except that

Aurora's POV"This can't keep happening to me," I whisper to myself, dropping the box right on the floor.The emotions that start to spill in my chest are things that I don't think I understand anymore. Anger, embarrassment, anxiety, and fear. Who is this man and what does he want from me? How the hell does he manage to keep sending me things without me detecting him?It's all just so frustrating now. My mind gets clouded with all of it in one go, and I find myself just kicking the box until it tumbles down the stairs.I'm about to turn around and just forget about it, but then I notice that it opened completely, spilling its contents. Inside it is another set of lingerie, this time leathery black, the kind that dominant women wear.My face heats up. I don't want anyone thinking that I engage in activities like that. I especially don't want my mom to think that I bought this for myself.I run down the stairs and pick up the box, stuffing the lingerie back inside it with frantic shaky