All Chapters of My sister stole my mate,so I came back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My mother reached me before I could rise from the table, her hand warm against my shoulder, steadying me the way she used to when I was small."Ophelia." She crouched slightly, searching my face. "You don't have to sit here and take this. Let me…""I'm fine, Mom." I set my fork down, careful and deliberate. "Really.""You don't look fine. You look like a woman holding herself together with pins."I almost smiled at that. She always did see too much. "I promise you, I'm not falling apart. I just need a few more minutes."She didn't believe me. I could tell by the way her jaw tightened, the same way mine did when I was hiding something. But she let it go, her hand lingering on my shoulder a moment longer before she straightened and turned toward the King's table, where the murmurs had grown too loud to ignore."Your Highness," her voice carrying just enough to cut through the noise, "perhaps someone should check on the Prince. He's been gone a long while."The King's expression darken

Ophelia Lilian stood there, drowning in shame, as the whole pack rained insults down on her. Her mother stepped forward and slapped her. I knew that slap was just for show ... a performance. Play the perfect mother who knew how to discipline her daughter in public, while spoiling her rotten behind closed doors. What hurt the most was watching Asher. He didn't even try to apologize. He didn't so much as turn toward me. "Dad, I'm... I'm sorry," he said to his father. "You don't owe me an apology. You'd better go beg Ophelia instead ... see if she'll even forgive you." Asher turned and looked at me. The guilt in his eyes had vanished completely. I could see it plainly ... there was no need to say sorry, because I was already done. Whatever we had between us, I was finished with it. He walked toward me, stopped in front of me, his eyes blazing with anger, and didn't say a single word. He just walked past me. The entire pack gasped. Murmurs rippled from the hall o

At Alpha King Magnus's Palace A warrior rushed into the palace, his face tense, carrying the weight of bad news. He dropped to his knees before the magnificent throne where King Magnus sat in his glory ... dark trousers, a cloak spilling over the arms of his chair, his chest and stomach bare, revealing the strength carved into him. His eyes were sharp as he lifted his head to look down at the worried warrior kneeling before him. "Your highness, the warriors of Alsheba have broken through the eastern borders. Many of our men are injured," the warrior reported. The king rose immediately, his face contorting, brows furrowing, fists twisting at his sides. "Hmm. Alsheba is testing my patience. Who dares attack me?" he said, turning to his trusted first general, Dickson, who was always at his side. Dickson stood there, entirely unbothered. To him, Alsheba was nothing more than an ant to be crushed ... he alone could burn the entire pack to the ground if given the word. At the look o

The look on the seer's face told me everything before he spoke a single word. Whatever he'd seen in that shattered crystal wasn't good ... I could read that much in the way the color had drained from him, in the way he wouldn't quite meet my eyes. His hands trembled where they rested on his knees. His mouth parted, then closed, then parted again, as though the words themselves were too heavy to lift. He looked at me the way a man looks at death when he finally sees it coming for him ... that particular kind of stillness, that resignation. Then he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Your highness. If their mate bond is broken, the curse will return. It will take full form in your nephew, and the prophecy will come to pass exactly as it was written. She's managed to subdue the curse so far ... but only because of her lycan blood…" "Wait. What? She's a lycan?" The word left me sharper than I intended. "Yes. The only lycan wolf left in this world, as far as I've been able

I Can't resist him. I turned slowly, unsure of what awaited me. My heart pounded, my chest rising and falling, and I didn't dare lift my head at first. My eyes landed on his legs … boots, laced tight, his trousers tucked neatly into them. He's not a beast. Just a man, I thought. We'd met in the past in a dark room, somewhere I couldn't make out a single detail about him. So why choose somewhere this bright now? Not just bright… but making it romantic. My eyes moved slowly, deliberately upward. His chest was wide. His belt sat low on his waist, and he wore no shirt at all. Damn. I thought. Just a cloak slung over broad shoulders, his abs cut clean beneath it. That alone was enough to make me want to lay my head against them, to kiss along the line of them. I swallowed hard at the thought of myself curled into his arms. “He's so hot”. I've never felt this insanely attracted to any man before. "My God. Succulent," I whispered, the moment my eyes rea