All Chapters of My Adopted Sister is My Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KAEDENI stand in the shadows outside of Avara’s wing, my mind resolute as I summon threads of magic from the void, with the intention of melting the steel bars caging Avara like a common thief. However, the moment my power touches the wall of Avara’s wing, it doesn't sink in. It rebounds. A violent, black surge snaps back, striking my magic like flint against steel. I feel it in my teeth. In my bones.It isn’t the usual warding, not a simple Alpha seal or ancestral rune stitched into stone for privacy. This is something visceral. Thick. Ancient. Wrong.This is a heavy shroud of dark magic, one that I… I do not know how to penetrate."Damn him," I hiss, my fingers sparking with useless violet fire.Fenris bristles inside me, a low, vibrating snarl. Danger. Mate. Rotting.The bond is a live wire, faint as it is because we have not formally accepted the mate bond, and right now, it’s pulsing with a jagged, agonizing frequency. I can feel it, an undercurrent suggesting something terrible

JULIANI stare down the balcony, looking at the heat of the Founder’s Week celebrations, with everyone acting completely oblivious to the events that have happened recently. I know they know that Avara was imprisoned, that she was beaten up, and they might have an idea that she is currently sick, even though I have no idea how much they really know about the strange infections that developed around where Silas struck her.They just don’t care. And I don’t even know if I can blame them. Avara might smile and be friendly towards the werewolves when she interacts with them, but the truth is that Silas essentially created a wall between her and the rest of the pack by severely limiting how much of a personal relationship she can have with them. So now they may act courteous and smile at her face, but deep down, no one really cares that much about her.In fact, a lot of them believe that she is just a spoilt human that has risen to a rank that no human deserves to rise to.I sigh and raise

AVARAMy eyelids feel like weighted stones. I force them open anyway, and the world swims in, looking blurry first, shapes bleeding softly into one another before the edges sharpen. A ceiling. Stone, grey and seamless, with none of the small imperfections that make a room feel inhabited. No cracks. No water stains. No evidence that time has ever moved in here at all.Not my room.The panic arrives before the thought is fully formed, a cold, instantaneous flash that seizes my chest and stops my breath entirely.Then the memories return. Not all at once, but in fragments.The fever. The way it felt like being slowly dissolved from the inside out, my own blood turning against me. The rotting injuries, swollen with green pus, turning into a horrible, blackish shade. Hands, multiple sets of them, carrying me somewhere. White coats. The sharp antiseptic smell that couldn't quite cover the smell underneath, the one that had been coming from my own face, bitter and wrong and terrifying. Scyla

SILASI stand in my office, listening to the drums that started beating a few minutes ago, in commemoration of the Howling that will be commencing this evening.I adjust the clasp of my ceremonial coat and regard my reflection in the obsidian mirror mounted on the office wall. The coat is black silk, and threaded with dark silver sigils. In the lamplight the sigils shimmer faintly, shifting as I move, the way living things shift.I look exactly as I should tonight. Unquestionable. Immovable. The embodiment of an authority so complete and so long-established that challenging it should feel, to any rational mind, like challenging the ground beneath one's feet. I should feel this authority, should, in fact, feel somewhat triumphant at what I have planned to happen tonight.Instead, there is a cold, prickling sensation at the nape of my neck.Kaeden.He is here. Not in this room, not yet, but the air vibrates with his intent. He didn’t just storm out after our confrontation; he vanished w

KAEDEN"Which means we need the move." Torin looks at me. "Now."I stand at the shadows of the clearing, looking up at the mansion, my mind resolved. As much as I desperately wish to play the saviour, I have to wait."We wait," I say.Torin's head comes up. "For?""We wait until they bring her out for the ceremony."Myra frowns. “But how does that make sense? You’re talking about going up to face a battalion, when we can choose a subtler approach. I mean, we might have a troop, but it’s barely enough to upend a battallion of werewolves on a full moon.”"Exactly,” Torin agrees. “He has her, Kaeden. Right now. If we storm the office, we end the head of the snake before it can bite.""And you don’t think that he has guessed that we might form that plan? The most obvious step to take? The easiest one? You think he hasn’t worked with the hopes that we might do so and fall straight into his trap?”I look at Myra, who is watching me with that strange expression she has borne ever since my in