Chapter 3 - A sister’s betrayal

Amara POV

She was lying…yet why couldn’t I forget this niggling feeling deep within me.

I couldn’t let her words get the better of me, I had too much to do. I had a breakfast to help

prepare and I’d rather do it without the judgemental stare of the cook.

I creep down the staircase, praying I wouldn’t need to fake a smile to anyone this morning. I just

wanted to be alone, but then in being alone I would spiral. My mind would implode in on itself

from her lies.

Busying myself with breakfast, I didn’t even notice I had cut myself with the sharp kitchen blade

until blood flowed onto the chopping board.

“Damn it.” I say out to myself, running the cold kitchen tap before placing my finger under it.

It wasn’t much of a cut but worry still washed over me as I placed a plaster upon it. I wasn’t

allowed to hurt myself; I wasn’t allowed to get injured. Ever since they found out that my blood

kept Catherine alive all my training came to an abrupt stop, also my private alpha training

lessons with Dad.

Even when I got injured during the attack on the pack as a teenager, it was my fault for being out

of the alpha house…even though Stepmother had ordered me to fetch plants for her herbal tea.

It wasn’t the attacker’s fault, but mine.

It was a trick; she was trying to provoke me. But why was he blocking me out, why could I not

reach him through the pack mind-link. He wouldn’t go against me, I knew he wouldn’t, he was

the only thing in my life that kept me breathing.

I had almost given up due to the tormenting years I experienced as a teenager when I found him

on my 18th birthday. I had snuck out, nobody wanted to celebrate it, but that didn’t mean I was

going to let it pass without at least tasting one drink in the pack bar.

His scent, it’s the first thing I smelt when I walked into the bar, his gaze intensely watching me as

I entered. His smile was so alluring, so authentically raw that I was already melting into his gaze

by the time I reached the bar area.

He loved me, as much as I loved him, I wouldn’t fall for her tricks.

One look…I’ll take one look just to keep her quiet. To let her think she got the better of me,

otherwise she won’t give up. No doesn’t seem to mean no to Catherine.

Against my better judgement I found myself stalking towards her bedroom dead on 7am, like

she had said.

I try one last time to get through to Jason. One word from him and I’ll turn around, I’ll stop

walking to her bedroom door…he’ll stop my spiralling mind. But still nothing.

“Oh Jason.” I hear Catherine’s voice coming from her bedroom. The bedroom that I was now

standing outside, the door slightly left ajar. Fake, she was faking it…

I stiffen as his familiar scent overwhelms my senses…he was here.

“That’s it, faster.” He moans out, my ears not believing what they are hearing. I slowly push upon

the door, opening it slightly wider, my eyes not believing what they are seeing either.

Jason, my Jason, standing with his back to the door as she kneels in front of him, satisfying him.

She moans out, her hands gripping at his toned ass as she takes him in deeper, throating him.

My breathing has stopped, my heart pounding hard against my chest to remind me to breathe.

The scent of the room was musky, giving the sense that they’d been at it for hours, the

crumpled-up bed sheets another clue. Her eyes fall upon me, a satisfied glint within her eyes

before she looks back up at him, a pop sound occurring when she pulls back.

“Is that good baby? Is that how you like it?” She asks him, his hands caressing her face before

landing on her jaw. His thumb moving into her mouth as she bites down on it.

“Just like that, shit…just like that.” He grunts out before a pleasurable moan escapes him again

as she wraps her lips back around his hardened lower core.

I couldn’t move, my body frozen in place. How could he do this to me.

She takes his hand within hers, pulling him towards the bed where she lays on her back and he

climbs on top of her.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“If you could pick between Amara and me, who would you pick?”

“You, always you.” He kisses along her neck, her body squirming beneath him with pretend

pleasure.

“Then reject her!”

“I can’t she’s the daughter of the alpha.” He continues to kiss at her neck as his hands move

under her skimpy top.

“That won’t be a problem much longer…tell me I am yours.” Catherine orders out, in a sickening

scene of powerplay as she wraps her hands around him instead, demanding for him to do as

she says.

“You are mine.” He growls out to her possessively.

I gasp out, finally taking that much needed intake of air only for his head to turn, his eyes to

catch me staring at him. His eyes hold a lustful haze that I had never witnessed myself before.

“Do you mind?” Catherine roars out at me, as if I was the one intruding. As if I was the one in the

wrong.

“Explain yourself.” I seethe out at him, barely holding the tears back. I would not cry in front of

them. I refuse to.

Maybe he had been threatened, forced to betray me.

“If they’ve threatened you, tell me…I won’t stand for it. I just can’t believe that you would do this

to me.”

“Well…” He climbs off Catherine, I turn my head away not wanting to watch him pull his trousers

back up, he was still hard for her. Disgust burns in my throat.

“There’s really not much to explain, we are together.”

“Jason..” I take a step towards him, my hands clinging on to my chest.

“Amara, I…” A level of softness returns to him, my Jason coming back to me only for him to be

pulled back by Catherine. Her hands wrapping around his chest from behind, like she owns him.

Like he is hers.

“We should have come clean when we found out we were mates, but I didn’t know. You kept

your relationship with him a secret. How was I to know?” She acts embarrassed, regretful.

“Relationship? He’s my mate.”

“That can’t be, he is my mate. Tell her Jason!”

“Yes, we are mates, Catherine and I.” His voice is cold, avoid of emotions as he glares back at

me. Who was this cold person before me.

“You’re my sister Amara, you must understand how much I love him. I cannot give him up.”

“You want my blessing?” I scoff out, she can not be serious.

“He will mark me with or without it.”

“I can’t believe what I am hearing.” I mutter to myself, my eyes closing to keep those tears back.

My hands snake up into my hair, yanking at it.

“Amara..” My name on his lips makes them shoot back open.

“You need to reject her Jason, she’s in shock. Just get it over with, the quicker the better. Like a

band aid, isn’t that right?” Her eyes cast down towards my wrist, my eyes following hers.

I wasn’t ready, I would never be ready…I needed to get out of this room.

“Do it now!” She screams out at him, his body taking a reactive sidestep.

“No Jason, please don’t, you’ll all I have left..” I plea but it was too late, his lips were already

speaking over my words.

“I, Jason Greene, of the Mystic Hallows pack reject you Amara Bloodstone, as my mate.” He

coldly declares, his eyes burning into me with hatred.

Was it all a lie.

I feel all hope leave me, my heart becoming heavy as his rejection spreads throughout my chest.

Like mini daggers stabbing me at the same time before it turns into an unbearable heat that

burns at my soul, the pain excruciating.

“How could you be so cruel?” I sob out, not sure exactly who that was directed at. My heart was

breaking into a million pieces from his rejection, I reach out for the wall to steady myself in fear

that my legs would collapse from under me. The fire was only growing in size, threatening to take

me away with it.

“You need to accept it Amara for that pain to go away.” She pretends to be concerned for my

wellbeing, her hands continuing to cling onto him.

“Fine, I accept your rejection Jason Greene. From now on, you and I are nothing to one another.”