All Chapters of My Sister's Fiance, My Fated Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Elena**The smell of damp earth filled my nostrils as I gazed out the window. It had rained heavily last night, as if the skies themselves were wounded by what Xavier had done.It was past nine, almost time for breakfast to be over. I had decided to stay indoors until everyone else was out of the way.There was another knock on the door.“For the last time, can you not disturb me?” I snapped, assuming it was another maid.This was the fourth time someone had come to call me for breakfast. But I didn’t care. I’d asked for my meal to be brought upstairs, but Xavier had blatantly refused. So I chose to wait him out.But the knock didn’t stop this time.In a fit of rage, I yanked the door open. “Are you deaf or something?” I fired at the person standing there.“Whoa, easy there,” Trisha said, raising her hands like she was trying to calm a wild animal.“What is it? Why are you here?” I asked, stepping out and locking the door behind me.“Is this how you welcome me, Helena?” she said, fo

**Elena**"Leave the room. It's too crowded here."Xavier’s voice. Calm, firm impossible to ignore.My vision sharpened like someone wiped the fog from my eyes. He was standing right there. And everyone else... roaming like they belonged."She's finally awake," Trisha said, too loud, too bright."Such a drama queen," Aunt Lena added, as if fainting was a choice I made for attention.I blinked slowly, piecing things together. It hadn’t even been ten minutes, yet it felt like I’d dropped off the edge of the earth. The maids were gone. That was a clue in itself. I must’ve passed out.Something warm touched my palm. I flinched and pulled back. His hand.Xavier's hand."She's even ungrateful about it," Aunt Lena snapped. "Xavier carried you in and you act like he's a plague."Wait..he carried me?My stomach turned. Not from the faint, but from something I couldn't explain at the moment."I told you to leave her with the maids. Go with Trisha instead. Who knows if this wasn’t all just an ac

**Elena**"You're coming with me," he said, grabbing my wrist. I didn't know when the hiccup escaped my mouth.So embarrassing. Why now? Why then? I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and I desperately hoped he didn't notice. But somehow, I was sure he did. Great.Xavier’s sudden kindness was starting to bother me. It was like he was playing a different game now.Was this how he always acted when he wanted something? Or was he just… confused? Worse than that, I worried about how I was going to handle this whole situation. How could I even use the scent or breathe without the mask if he'd keep barging into the room? Unannounced. Since we were going to be sharing it.I barely had any privacy, and now it felt like I had even less.Still, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Trisha. The look on her face was priceless—her mouth slightly open, eyes wide, clearly shocked. Maybe I wasn’t the only one caught off guard by Xavier’s sudden change. Maybe even she was wondering if he was losing it

**Xavier**“I want you, Xavier…” she said.Those words.For fuck sake.They did something to me. Like I’d been waiting, craving, needing to hear them.I tried to understand her, gave her time to come clean, to tell me why she was hiding behind the mask.It had to be Elena. Even if I was wrong, Bila wouldn’t mistake his mate. I wouldn't have felt that jolt of electricity in me every single time we got close. Too close.But there was always one thing that messed with my head—her scent. It was different. Off. And yet, for the first time, I didn’t care.I finally wanted to be close to her without pulling away.I wanted her. I missed her.I ached her.“Why do you keep doing this to me, Elena?” I whispered, brushing my fingers gently across her lips. “You’re fucking killing me.”“You’re still cold,” I added, my voice softer.“Then make me warm.” she said, lifting her head from the bed to meet mine.I cupped her face, my thumb stroking her cheek. I pulled off the mask slowly, like peeling

**Xavier**I woke up hard.Breathless. Sweaty. Sheets tangled around my waist like a noose.My heart was hammering. My hand was fisted around..Fuck.I stared at the ceiling. My throat was dry. My skin burned.It wasn’t real.None of it.The warmth of her breath, the softness of her skin, the way she whispered my name like it belonged to her.Gone.It was a dream.A cruel one.My chest rose and fell like I’d run for miles, but I hadn’t moved. I was still in my bed. Alone. Aching.I dragged a hand through my hair, jaw clenching as the images came back in pieces.Her lips on mine. Her hips rocking into my lap. The sound she made when she came.I could still feel her.Still taste her.Still hard.I growled under my breath, pushing the sheets aside and swinging my legs off the bed. My palms dug into my knees. I was still shaking.What the hell is wrong with me?It felt too real. Too fucking real.I wanted to believe it.I wanted to stay inside that dream. Inside her.“Shit,” I muttered, s