Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Mate Who Loves My Sister: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Benita’s POV I had my reasons for wanting Nina to leave. In her absence, I could get closer to Lila and give her the courage to speak up and expose Nina for the monster she truly was. But none of that could happen if Nina stayed. The problem was whether Nathan would agree to it. “Alpha Nathan, I’m waiting for your response,” I demanded as I watched Nathan, who stood speechless, staring at me like I had just asked him to commit murder. It seemed my demands were more than he expected. I crossed my arms, tapping my fingers against them impatiently as I waited for Nathan’s response. His silence was starting to irritate me. Here he was, staring at me as if I had asked him to move a mountain. “Alpha Nathan, I’m waiting for your response,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady, though the frustration churned inside me. Nathan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his dark hair before meeting my gaze. His jaw was clenched, a sign that he was struggling to find the right words. “Yo

Nathan’s POV “What you did was wrong. You should have sent Nina away,” my wolf growled in my mind, sounding disappointed in my decision. I frowned, leaning against the balcony railing outside my room as the cool afternoon breeze brushed against my skin. Why couldn’t anyone understand? Sending Nina away was an option, sure, but it would only complicate things further. Lisa needed her, at least for now. No one seemed to grasp the bigger picture. Grunting in frustration, I raised my glass and took a long sip, the burn of the whiskey doing little to ease the tension coiling in my chest. My gaze wandered across the mansion’s expansive grounds. That’s when I saw her. Benita. She was barely visible in the distance, slipping out of the side entrance with hurried but quiet steps. My brows furrowed in confusion. Where was she going? Why hadn’t she notified anyone? Curiosity tugged at me, and before I realized it, I had set my glass down and was racing downstairs. Keeping my steps light,

Benita’s POV His lips trailed down to my belly, leaving soft kisses across my skin. I felt his fingers brush between my thighs, teasingly slow, while his mouth continued to worship my body. A groan escaped his lips when his fingers found the wetness pooling at my core. “You’re so wet, darling,” Nathan whispered with satisfaction, his breath hot against my skin. He moved back up, capturing my lips in another deep kiss. As our mouths tangled, I felt his finger slip inside me, drawing a gasp that melted into the kiss. Nathan moaned into my mouth, his touch teasing and overwhelming as he pleasured me with his finger. My wolf purred, surrendering to the sensation, while my body trembled beneath his. His hand worked magic, adding another finger, and I moaned louder, clutching at his hair, desperate to feel more. His hardness pressed against me, a reminder of what was to come, and my heart raced with anticipation. His fingers curled inside me with expert precision, sending waves of pl

Alpha Nathan’s POV A sharp knock jolted me from my sleep. Instinctively alert, I opened my eyes and caught the familiar scent of Benita. She was at my door. Without hesitation, I threw off the covers, hurried to the door, and swung it open. To my surprise, there she was, standing in the hallway. Before I could utter a word, she brushed past me, stepping into my room as if she owned the place. Confused, I shut the door behind her, my gaze flickering to the wall clock. It was barely 5 a.m. My brow furrowed. What could possibly bring her here at this hour? “I’ve had a change of mind,” Benita said, and my brow furrowed. “A change of mind?” I asked, confused. “Yes.” She nodded and folded her arms. “We’re not sending Nina away. She stays here.” Benita’s words made my brow ache with confusion. “You want Nina to stay back?” I asked again, still puzzled, and Benita nodded. “You’re right. Lila needs her, and I’ve thought about it myself.” I frowned and took a step closer to her

Benita’s POV Alpha Xavier led up through a set of double doors at the far end of the ballroom. The hallway was dimly lit and silent. My heart thudded in my chest as we approached another set of doors. I had never done something like this, but I knew these games were dangerous. He pushed the doors open, revealing a luxurious, intimate space. A large round table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by plush chairs. Against one wall, a decadent bed with silk sheets and velvet pillows loomed, and scattered around were various items—candles, a bar stocked with fine liquor, and a collection of objects I couldn’t quite identify but that sent my imagination spiraling. Xavier turned to us, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Welcome,” he said, his voice casual. “This is where we’ll play tonight’s game. As I said before, this is not for the faint of heart. Whatever happens here stays here. No judgment, no repercussions, no gossip.” The group murmured in agreement, though I noticed se