All Chapters of MY SISTER'S MATE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stalks toward me, her eyes sweeping over the fake, spotted skin of my mask, her nostrils flaring with pure, visceral malice. "With that many hideous, dirt-like spots clinging to your hide, I am certain not even a full barrel of concealer could mask your filth!"Shawn is a wolf of high status—his reputation in the pack is far beyond that of Natasha’s current mate, Yonah. The mere fact that this low-born female is tarnishing Shawn's image by standing near him makes my blood boil.Effie, however, reaches her limit before I can even blink. Her temper is a short fuse, and Natasha has just lit it."Is that the manner in which your tongue is trained to speak to your superiors?" Effie snaps, stepping into Natasha’s personal space."Am I speaking a lie?" Natasha sneers, her lip curling. "Common females use concealer in light dabs to hide a blemish, but this girl has caked her entire pelt in it! And I was throwing words at her, not you. Why is your mouth barking?"Effie hails from a distingui

"Ten million?" Ayomide’s jaw drops, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and disbelief. "You possess the audacity to demand a higher tribute?""So, is Idris Blackthorne not worth ten million to your pack?" I pull the ribbon from the yellow folder, my movements languid and unbothered. "If your pockets are too shallow, I shall simply remain in Idris’s shadow. My spotted pelt may lack your pristine, pampered beauty, but who can say? Perhaps his primal side hungers for something... different.""You..."Ayomide views me as an infection, a blemish on the pack's elite skin. With my face masked in these thick, dirt-colored spots, I am nothing but a common, unrefined mongrel in her eyes. Aside from my burning, round eyes, I am plain, yet I am the first female to ever carve a permanent scar into Idris’s cold, unreachable heart. The fact that I bear the name Zanele—the same name as her own blood—is a curse she cannot wash away."Very well." Ayomide’s knuckles whiten, her teeth gritted in a snarl. "T

Zanele Okafor"Get out!"Idris Blackthorne’s voice is a low, guttural snarl that vibrates through the very floorboards of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel. I am pressed against his chest, my heart hammering like a trapped bird, the scent of his skin—sharp pine and damp earth—overwhelming my senses."But, Brother, I just wanted to see who—""I will not say it again, Jabari. Leave."Jabari Kane retreats, his eyes flicking from Idris to me with a predatory grin before he slams the door shut. The silence that follows is thick, heavy with the weight of our shared history and the dangerous heat currently binding us together.I shove against his shoulders, my muscles straining with every ounce of my strength. "Let me go, you arrogant Alpha! You have no right to hold me."Idris doesn't budge. He stares down at me, his golden eyes narrowing, his grip tightening. "You barged into my private chambers. You crawled onto my furs. And you kissed me, Zanele, with a hunger that tells me you wanted ev

Zanele OkaforInside the darkened interior of the luxury transport, my head leans against the cool glass, my vision swimming with the blur of the passing cityscape."Boss, the man back there... his aura was suffocating. Was that really Idris Blackthorne?""It is him," I murmur, my voice devoid of warmth. "The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, and the master of the Blackthorne Citadel."Kieran lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave indentations in the leather. "The most powerful bloodline in the Moon City? I knew his presence was heavy, but the way he looked at you... I thought he was going to snap my spine just for standing near you.""Do not worry, Kieran. You are too formidable for a beast like him to simply crush.""Boss, why did you claim I was your mate? Is he the same one who forced himself on you at the bar?"My throat tightens, the memory of his lips on mine flashing through my mind like a jagged blade. I stare out the window, the neon

Zanele Okafor"Get your hands off me, Idris!"My voice cracks, the raw agony of my bleeding arm tearing through the silence of the Ravenmoor street. The pain is a sharp, white-hot knife twisting into my flesh, but it is nothing compared to the suffocating weight of his presence.Idris ignores my struggle, his golden eyes locked onto the crimson soaking through my sleeve. His jaw clenches so hard I can hear the bone pop."You are bleeding to death, Zanele. Stop fighting me," he growls, the deep, guttural register of the Alpha vibrating in his chest."I told you to leave me alone!" I shove against his broad chest, my knees trembling as the blood loss finally starts to pull the color from my world. "Go back to Ayomide! Take your money, take your pack, and leave me in the dirt where you found me!"He doesn't flinch. Instead, he sweeps me up into his arms, ignoring my muffled curses and the frantic gasps escaping my lips."Daddy! Is Mommy okay?" Amara’s small voice pierces through the fog