All Chapters of MY SISTER'S MATE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Do you want me to stay?"Idris Blackthorne’s voice rumbles like low thunder, his fingers tightening against my jaw as his heavy frame presses me into the narrow mattress of the Bloodmoon Healing Center. His amber eyes burn with pure, terrifying territorial possessiveness, locking onto mine like a predator pinning its prey."What?" I gasp, my vocal cords raw, my mind reeling from the silver venom still purging from my shredded arm. I glance toward the doorway where Ayomide Okafor stands frozen, her face drained of all color. "There is a high-born female of your clan waiting for you—""Do you want me to stay, Zanele?" Idris repeats, ignoring her completely, his aura flaring so hard the air in the room turns heavy with ozone.Ayomide’s hands tremble against her leather binder, her eyes brimming with humiliated rage. "Idris... Zanele is an injured rogue warrior. She needs space to bleed out her wounds. We should leave for the Alpha Council Corporate Circle—""Yes," I cut in, my voice rin

I hold my two little wolf pups against my chest, feeling their warm breath against my collarbone. I am supposed to be their protective mother, their guiding Luna, but Zuberi and Tavon have spent their short five years shielding my heart from total destruction. After the dark ambush five years ago in the burning ruins of Crimson Moon Tower, I would have surrendered to the shadow pack's hunting squads. But becoming a mother, raising two fierce, brilliant young wolves, forged me into a Moonborn warrior."My brave little alphas," I whisper, leaning down to press lingering kisses against Zuberi and Tavon’s soft cheeks, sending up a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess for blessing my bloodline with such resilient heirs.The twin pups squirm in my tight embrace, their dark wolf ears twitching in shared concern as they take in the thick bandages covering my silver-burns."Mommy," Tavon speaks up, adjusting the strap of his alchemy kit. "Shouldn't you be reporting to the Silverfang Experimental

"Grandpa Obinna, Zanele did not orchestrate her own injuries," Kieran Ashford insists, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the central assembly hall. "She threw herself between a silver-coated crossbow bolt and little Amara! I am telling you, if she had not intervened, our bloodline heir would be dead!""I am well aware she shielded Amara!" Chief Obinna Okafor snarls, his clawed hands slamming down onto the heavy oak council table. "Yet this pack wing is crawling with high-ranking beta healers and lunar herbalists. Why must the Supreme Alpha of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack spend his days personally cleaning the wounds of an unbonded rogue? What if that female uses his possessive instincts to force a high-court mate-bond and claim the Luna throne?"Kieran lets out a sharp, frustrated breath, adjusting the leather straps of his dark tactical armor. He has only dealt with Zanele a handful of times, but his sharp tracking instincts know she isn't seeking political p

"Elder Wraith," Jerome’s voice cuts through the thick, suffocating tension filling the private recovery ward, his broad shoulders squared inside the dark tactical fatigues of the border enforcement unit.Magnus Wraith freezes, his golden eyes narrowing as he studies the young warrior’s muscular frame. He hadn't recognized the male wolf at first glance. But looking closer at the brutal scar running along his jawline and the dark, blood-red crest of the northern guard stitched into his collar, the realization strikes him. This is the missing grandson Finley had spent years searching the badlands to locate. Finley had spilled oceans of blood for the pack during the early territory wars, sacrificing his own family bonds to secure their borders. Now that he had finally recovered his lost bloodline, the old general guarded the boy like sacred pack gold.Jerome’s head tilts slightly in genuine surprise as he locks eyes with the ancient former Alpha King. "Wh

"Where is the rogue female who dared to sink her fangs into your throat?" Idris Blackthorne rumbles, his towering frame casting a dark, suffocating shadow over the marble entry of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel.My inner wolf recoils as his absolute Alpha aura crashes through the foyer, thick with the scent of pine, ozone, and unadulterated rage. I press my shoulders back, masking the phantom ache in my healing chest where my mark-bond bleeds.Chief Obinna Okafor, standing by the obsidian hearth with a half-empty glass of spiced blood-wine, doesn't even bother putting down his drink. "You mean Zanele? She's back at her Mooncrest Villa, probably plotting your demise. And if you intend to drag a war-band into her territory to slaughter her, I suggest you take Kieran with you. I have zero interest in mopping up rogue blood tonight."Idris’s golden eyes snap into dangerous, narrow slits, his lip curling over a gleaming white fang. "Don't you dare speak her