All Chapters of MY SISTER'S MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zanele Okafor"Slide your paws inside the carriage seat," Idris barks out, his silver eyes flashing with a cold, heavy power as his massive frame looms over the carriage door.I lift my chin, keeping a fake smile on my mouth as my eyelashes bat at his dark face. "My wolf does not think that is a smart plan, Supreme King. Your daylight hours are packed with the Alpha Council Corporate Circle. Does the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack suffer from a shortage of low-rank drivers? Perhaps—"Before my tongue can finish the thought, Idris snaps his jaw shut with a short, deep rumble. "No.""H-How can a royal pack lack guardians for a carriage?""Ms. Okafor, does your inner wolf truly believe the word of a Supreme King is a lie?""My mouth did not say those words."Deep inside my chest, my wolf knows the heavy tension will only turn more suffocating if my boots refuse his command. Reluctant to bared my fangs against a King on the open pack borders, I turn my body around and slide straight into the

Idris Blackthorne"Remove those tracking skins right this second, Ayomide," I command, my silver eyes narrowing into sharp slits as I look at her shaking legs. "My hand paid every single token for that leather, and my wolf is waiting to see your bare feet hit the mud."The crowd of market wolves starts letting out loud, mocking huffs straight at Ayomide's face."The healer girl dropped the silver already! Why are your feet still hiding inside her property?""Her alpha pride doesn't know how to run now that she sees a plain girl carries more pack resources than her clan!""What a massive embarrassment for the Okafor Moonfang Clan! Is there a single drop of brain inside that heavy head?"Ayomide’s cheeks turn a deep, burning crimson from the heavy shame. Her pupils look completely bloodshot with rage, but her fangs cannot find a single law to twist out of this mess.All her winters, her claws were used to taking whatever meat she wanted from the territory, and even Riven Thornclaw had t

Idris Blackthorne"Are your tracks roaming the woods completely single, big sir?" Zuberi barks out, his little chest puffing out as he glares up at my massive legs.My throat stays completely locked, my alpha tongue rendered speechless by the tiny cub's bold words."If your mouth doesn't let out a single growl, my brain will just assume my words are the truth," the little pup says, blinking his dark eyes up at my face while tilting his round, chubby jaw line. "My Mommy is also hunting the territory completely alone. Your pates are super compatible for a shared den."Staring down at the tiny kid, my brain estimates his growth to match the exact size of Jabari and Amara, meaning his bones have only seen four or five winters in the pack. Yet, the sharp ring of his tongue carries the maturity of a high clan elder.I grind my mountain tobacco stick flat into the stone wall, putting the blue fire out before throwing a cool, casual question down at his head. "Did your mother's tongue train y

Zanele Okafor"Do not let your little fangs snap so hard against her name, Jabari," I tell the young boy, my paws smoothing down the rough fur of his blanket as my silver eyes try to calm his wild chest. "What if your birth mother has a hidden pack reason for staying far away from your den? There is zero mothers across the forest who carry no love for their own flesh and blood cubs. Her inner wolf would feel a massive, heavy bleeding pain if her ears caught your harsh barking just now."Jabari and Amara adore my spirit with a giant passion, but their little alpha minds have to disagree with my tongue right now.Jabari twists his round jaw to the dark side of the bed, letting out a sharp, mocking snort from his nose. "That high-blood female carries zero love for our small fur! She only wants to use our names to chase her big dream of being the star performer at the Alpha Council Corporate Circle celebrations! Her claws are just using my sister and my own body to gain heavy favor with D

Zanele Okafor"My healing ears carry zero desire to drop my grand mask before your greedy eyes so early in the hunt, Ayomide," I murmur, my voice staying completely smooth and cold as ice while my silver pupils watch her boots slide across the stone rugs.There is absolutely no fun or satisfaction in letting the trap snap shut too fast on her throat.After all, my wicked blood-sister is still eagerly crawling her way to the highest peak of the Alpha Council Corporate Circle. My inner wolf wants to watch her boots reach the absolute summit of her vanity first, just so my claws can push her frame down into the deepest, bloodiest canyon in the forest.Keeping the spotted potion mask tight over my pores, I tilt my jaw up to face her stare.The heavy, suffocating panic that was building up inside Ayomide’s chest instantly melts away the exact second her eyes track the ugly brown blemishes covering my skin.As a basic matter of pack history, her deceased twin sister carried a face ten times