MY SISTER'S MATE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Riven Thornclaw"Your young wolf standards are incredibly high, Riven, and my mind knows the female who owns your heart must carry a very rare spirit," my tongue speaks, a small smile playing on my face.Riven’s silver pupils fill with deep, soft warmth as he stares right back into my eyes."My inner wolf does not want your soul to misunderstand a single thing about the relationship between my boots and Amara Blackthorne," Riven says carefully, his voice sounding very serious under the restaurant lights."My brain did not misunderstand the trail. My spirit is just completely disgusted with her fake scent, and my fangs are far too lazy to entertain her childish pack antics anymore." I crack my neck with a loud pop and rub my stiff shoulders in deep exhaustion.My mask has been pretending to be a calm healer all day long. Amara’s mind might not be tired of playing wicked games, but my own wolf is completely done!Riven purses his lips tight and keeps quiet, but his tracking senses canno

Zanele Okafor"My skin is on absolute fire right now, Idris!" I snap, my silver pupils widening in total shock as the wet tip of his alpha tongue brushes my fingertips.A heavy, dangerous heat rushes straight up my veins, making my mouth turn completely dry as if a bolt of forest lightning just streaked through my wolf flesh."What exactly are your claws trying to play at, King?" I glare angrily at his high frame, my mind completely confused and upset by his sudden physical move.Idris looks back down at my mask with complete silence, his silver eyes looking dead cold and indifferent, as if licking my hand was nothing more than an accidental slip of his jaw."Am I just overthinking this hunt?" My teeth bite my lower lip hard, my mind trying to clear the fog."The grease tastes incredibly delicious," Idris rumbles, his dark pupils staring straight through my eyes.The deep, vibrating sound makes it completely impossible to decipher the true meaning of his pack words; my ears cannot tel

Idris Blackthorne"Let go of my wrist right now, Idris!" my voice snaps loudly under the corridor ceiling, my body twisting hard to break out of his heavy grasp.His giant alpha hand clutches the back of my small fingers tighter, his skin holding zero intention of letting my frame run off into the woods.But as his large, warm palm presses flat against my skin, my inner wolf feels a strange, deep sense of love and shelter.My mind remembers that it has been many winter cycles since any wolf held my hand so tight and dearly after my mother queen died in the old territory wars.My silver pupils look up at his sharp face, and a warm, comforting fire spreads right through my shivering chest.Down the school hall, the group of female clan teachers watch Idris's soft alpha attitude toward my mask with giant, jealous eyes."Did your tracking senses see what just happened with the King?""Supreme Alpha Idris is treating that ugly freckled female so gently! His inner wolf didn't even let out a

"My wolf spirit knew your flesh would look completely delicious in that white fabric," Idris rumbles, his silver pupils scanning down my tight sportswear as my boots step out of the leather changing den.His massive alpha frame is locked inside an identical white tunic, matching my shape perfectly. The two high-blood cubs are bouncing around his knees in their own small track-suits, their tails wagging with pure pack energy."Zanele looks like a true Moonborn Queen clad in our clan colors!" Jabari barks out a proud cub laugh, his chest puffing out with dominant pack pride. "Daddy, take a hunting snap of my body standing next to her right now. My paws want to bind it to my private communication mirror so every wolf can see my choice!"Amara lets out a small, eager whine from behind his hip, her little fingers catching my hem. "My paws want a bloodline bond snap too... please, Zanele..."My inner wolf is still burning with raw, steamy anger over the brutal corridor kiss his mouth just f

Zanele Okafor"Get this vehicle moving to the Moon Gate Transit Hub immediately," I bark at the driver, my boots slamming into the backseat leather as I rip the dark shades off my eyes.My assistant, Jeanne, flinches at the raw, volatile energy radiating off my skin. "Mistress Ayomide, the training session ended early because of a medical crisis. Do you wish to stay?""Does my face look like it wants to breathe this pack air for another second?!" I snarl, my fangs itching to tear into something soft.Jeanne bows her head, her tongue staying firmly locked behind her teeth as she feels the lethal pressure of my alpha aura.My teeth grind down on the temple of my sunglasses until the plastic groans. That masked creature—that freckled, spotted freak—she must be Zanele. The sheer insanity that those two high-blood heirs even like that unsightly woman is a riddle my mind cannot solve. But for Supreme King Idris to be so obviously attracted to her scent?Before this day, my wolf spirit felt