All Chapters of My Adopted Sister is My Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AVARA“Who does he think he is, coming back after 15 years and acting like he owns the place?”Julian is rambling beside me but I can barely hear him, walking so fast that it is difficult to keep up with him. His jaw is hard, and cold anger is radiating off him.“I’m just as surprised as you are that he is back. I thought that he would never come back.”“Of course he does. Spends 15 years wasting away his life, neglecting the pack, the people, then waltzes back in talking about how he is ready for the succession. He shouldn’t have come back. He had become a ghost. Everybody had forgotten about him. Damn it.”I hadn’t. When Silas took me, brought me to him, I was scared, destabilized, terrified, my mind hazy, thoughts blurry. It was two days after that night, that night…I try to think again of that night and give up trying to recollect more than I know. Julian says it’s a trauma response, remembering so little of the night when my actual parents died. Silas, my adopted father, gave me

KAEDENI hate that I immediately notice how soft her skin is, how good it feels against mine. Especially as she is still lying, eyes dazed, breathing heavily, my hands placed gently on the back of her head and on her waist. I had just managed to catch her before her head hit the ground.I’m not sure exactly why I was following her, watching her, noticing things about her that I should not be noticing. This afternoon, I swore to ensure that all contact with her would be minimal, until I could force my wolf to change its mind and find a more, less abominable mate… even though I was fully aware that it was virtually impossible for a wolf to do so. But the look that she gave me, the way I felt when our hands met, it drove me restless and unstable. Without realizing it enough to get a hold on myself, I found myself hunting for her, and have been essentially stalking her for the past hour. Like an idiot.Damn. I know I already have a hard nut to crack convincing the pack that my decision to

SILAS“Julius informed me that you collapsed last night.”I bear it in mind to carefully study my little harvest as I speak, catching every hint of her body language to ensure that I am consistently in control in this delicate conversation that we are about to have.She forces a fake bout of laugher. I have known for quite some time that she has resented the fact that Julius has acted like a hawk over her life, constantly questioning her and returning to me. I also know that she has chosen to be quiet about the situation because I have carefully trained her to believe that she owes a debt to the park, to me. I don’t even think she has gotten to develop love for the young man for the past two years that they have been together. But I know that she will not leave him until her dying days because she believes it to be her duty.Well, luckily for her, her dying days are fast approaching.“He told me that he thinks you have not been consistent with your medication.”“I have, father. What h

KAEDENAvara is leaning against the doorframe, her expression unreadable. She isn’t wearing the green silk gown from the banquet anymore. She is instead, in a thin, translucent nightgown that leaves very little to the imagination. Fenris lets out a low, predatory purr that vibrates in my chest.“Looking for something, Kaeden?” she repeats, her voice dripping with disdain.Before she can notice, I quickly tuck the vial in my pockets.“You were supposed to be with Silas.” A stupid statement to make, I know, but my mind is blank of any other words to use to break the ice.“Yes, I was. Luckily, he did not have very much to tell me, unlike what you might have expected.”“Well, then, I hope you have a good night’s sleep.”I make a move to leave, but she stalks into the room, closing the distance until she is standing directly in my space. The scent of her, vanilla, wild berries, and storm clouds, hits me like a physical blow.“What are you doing here, Kaeden?”“Why would you want to know?”S

KAEDENI drive like a possessed man, the dark silhouettes of the Silvermoon oaks blurring as I speed far from the park and deep into the woods. My heart is hammering, not due to fear, but because it is still reeling from the electric contact of Avara’s body against mine. I can still feel the heat of her skin through the sheer night gown she wore, and still smell the sweet scent of her body.It’s torture. And Fenris is not giving me a breathing space. He is raging a tempest inside of me, howling in protest at our retreat from our mate, his claws raking my insides.I pull up to a dilapidated cabin on the extreme outskirts of the territory, where my witch allies closest to the pack are already positioned to meet me. Myra and Dolores, the two witches I met at one of my darkest times in the northern territories, and whom I have long since formed a symbiotic relationship with, especially since learning that they live so close to the pack that they can be of great help to me.“Took you long