All Chapters of My Adopted Sister is My Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AVARAThe smell of Elias Kore’s office is a suffocating mixture of dried herbs and old parchment. Scattered round his table and his gigantic office, is piles upon piles of books, some of them as old as a millennia. As the lorekeeper, he has knowledge of the contents of every single book, to keep the pack on track with history and their duties towards the Moon Goddess.Elias doesn’t look up as I enter. He is hunched over a desk, his fingers stained with ink as he marks up what looks to be a map. “Avara, strange to see you here this afternoon. To what do I owe this unexpected visit? Want another lesson on the pack history or dynamics? You should be headed to college in the next few months, I believe, right?”I step closer, my heart hammering against my ribs, and go straight to the point. "I want to know about the Nyxarel."The scratching of his quill stops instantly. Elias raises his head slowly till his grey eyes are fixed on mine.The silence that follows is heavy, thick enough to cho

SILASI collapse against my mahogany desk, my fingers gouging into the wood.“Fuck!”It has been a few hours since I returned from the Seculum, and I still feel like I have been flayed from the inside out, every single organ of my body broken and stitched together with black magic. And it hurts like hell. My vision is blurry, my body unstable. The vesting is not a gift that sits quietly. It is a living, predatory thing. I can feel the dark magic inside of me writhing like a nest of disturbed vipers.A surge of dark power, cold and absolute, erupts from my chest. I try to pull it back, to tuck it under the mask of the composed Alpha, but the power snarls at my restraint. The air in the room begins to hum, then vibrate.I gasp for air, but the shadows are clogging my lungs. My wolf, Alaric, who usually paces with a righteous fury, is silent, pinned down by the sheer, unholy weight of what I have brought back with me.“Control... it..." I hiss through gritted teeth.But I cannot. The shad

KAEDENAfter seeing Silas at the Seculum, knowing the implications of the damned vesting that he had with the Mother of Shadows, there were so many things that I wanted to do… surge more for my allies, reach out to the elves and the pixies and the lonriars, the centaurs I met in the north, the giants of the mountains, to fast track the civil war. But then, I remembered the person who is most at risk of death in the circumstance. Or rather, Fenris screamed about prioritising my mate so loudly that I had to listen.In fact, ever since the events of the Seculum, Fenris has been feral. He wants me to grab Avara and run. He wants me to tear Silas’s throat out. Never have I rebuffed Fenris so many times and failed to keep him under control. Now his thoughts and emotions are leaking into me. Now I feel feral. Now I want to act rashly and do something absolutely stupid. Now I not only have to control my wolf, but myself as well.As I come closer to her, and her scent finds its way to my nose,

SILASControl. I breathe. Control, control, control…I take a deep breath and reach out for the pain killers that have become close to me in the past few days. But I do not feel frustration like I did the first day. I’m mastering the darkness, getting more absorbed in it. It’s slow progress, but it’s progress. All I need is a few more weeks and I will be one with the darkness.A sharp, frantic tapping at the door interrupts my thoughts. I don’t even need to scent the air to know who it is. That smell of stagnant fear belongs only to one man."Enter," I command, looking at my clock. Ten minutes. That’s how long it took the imp to approach at my order.Julian scuffles into the room, moving with a pathetic, hunched gait, as if he’s perpetually waiting for a blow he lacks the spine to return. He stands before me like a chastened dog, head slightly bowed, shoulders tight, hands clasped behind his back. He does not meet my eyes.Weak. Pathetic. And as I can already guess, a failure at the s

KAEDENI stand in the center of the witches' sanctum, the low light of flickering candles casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. Three of my most important allies that I am expecting, werewolves of other packs, most of which have been subjected to a system of enslavement by Silas, all very much ready to war for their freedom, begin entering the room.First is Rhett Blackmoor of the Hydeback pack, broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, his dark hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot. He was Alpha of the pack, until my father waged war against them, and after the pack’s defeat, he was forced to become a rogue to escape my father’s assassination. Now he lives in hiding, rallying other people torn from their packs from my father’s misgivings. He was one of the first wolves I met and bonded with. In fact, when I left, I was on an assignment to look for the wolf that was acclaimed to be gathering an army against my father. I found him a year after I left.Next comes Lysandre Vale, le