Brother Sister Bond Novels & Stories

A few buttons undone, revealing ink crawling up his chest and wrapping around his neck. Broader. Stronger. The gun in his hand was larger. Heavier. His hair fell in loose, controlled curls—messy in a way that felt deliberate. His eyes were the same piercing blue. The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same quiet, terrifying authority. Brothers. They had to be. The realization hit cold. The Morettis. The Alphas. And I— I was standing in front of them, alone. It didn’t matter who I was.

She leaned against her brother. He held her the way their father had held their mother—the specific holding that communicated not that the thing was all right but that the person was not going to be left alone with it. She had watched this holding for thirty years and had understood it as something that belonged to her parents specifically, to the mate bond and the fifty years and the specific relationship between two people who had built something extraordinary together. She understood now that it was also this: a brother sitting on a floor in the middle of the night with his sister.

He really did want to give his sister a good beating. Caroline, however, laughed. “Now that’s the Adrian I know. That’s more like it. You hate me so much, so why pretend to be all brotherly? This is much better. I’m used to your cold glares, after all.” Adrian snapped, “If you acted even a little like a sister and showed some respect to your brothers, we wouldn’t be like enemies. “Caroline, we’re siblings. We share the same blood. People always say that family bonds are unbreakable, and that blood is thicker than water. We’re siblings born from the same parents. How did we end up like enemies?

Bryan I spent the week with my sister enjoying her company and getting to know my niece. She was quite adorable as far as pups go, and made me want my own even more than I already did. I had hoped to have several of my own, but it seemed fate had other plans for me. My sister, her husband and Ricky enjoyed spending the week teasing me about the fact that I was on my third soul bond, though all of us knew that if this didn't work out, there was a good chance that I'd turn feral and never come back from it.

The walls pressed in around me, the portrait watching, the letters scattered across the desk like bones. Theron stepped forward. His face was pale, his hands reaching for me. Ravenna— Do not touch me, I said. He stopped. I looked at Cassian. At Lysander. At Theron. Three wolves who had been my tormentors, my protectors, my almost-mates. And now, my brothers. The bond, I said. The mate bond. If we share blood— It should not exist, Cassian said. The bond does not recognize siblings. It only recognizes fated mates.

“I think that’s why I was so upset when I found out that you knew about the whole fucked up thing between those three and you hadn’t told me. I know that it wasn’t your story to tell, but it still felt like a betrayal from you. You’re the one person who has known start to finish all the stuff I was going through and I couldn’t fathom you not warning me before it blew up in my face.” “I really am sorry about…” I shrugged and interrupted her, “I know. I don’t want there to be anything that can come between us ever again. I know exactly what I’m suggesting. I said I wanted our bond to be unbreakable and stronger than any other bond. You are my sister, not just my Beta and I want to make that of

"But Bryan isn’t just another Alpha. He was your brother-by-bond. You had every reason to trust him." Vanda lifts his chin, his jaw set firm. "Any sort of familial tie we had is gone now. Whatever we were, it ended the moment he chose his side. He’s mated to my sister—that’s all that remains between us. And unfortunately, I can’t break their bond for her." A deep ache twists inside me at his words, at the sheer weight of what he carries alone. "Please don’t blame yourself," I murmur, hoping my voice reaches him, hoping my presence is enough.

“Dude, you are acting like my sister is trying to kill you. What did she do wrong? Why do you and your mother hate her so much?” “Tim, this is supposed to be a fun time for the both of us. We are always talking about work. Always focusing on our Alpha-Beta relationship. Don’t try to ruin the one time we get to bond as friends. The fact that she is your sister is already threatening our bond because the last thing I want to do is to relate with someone linked to her. But, since you are my best friend, I plan on making sure that she being your sister won’t break our bond, so don’t make me change my mind.”

he said, patting my back. I sighed, returning his hug. “I envy you for having a brother like Max,” I commented, and he laughed lightly. “Max is indeed the best brother in the world that I could have, but sometimes the role of siblings ends up passing on to those people we trust most in our lives. Yes, you have siblings, Laura; you have Ava, who has always been with you; you have Suzy now and all the people who care and take care of you, you ended up creating a soul bond with these people, which is much stronger than a mere blood bond,” he commented, making me hug him even more.

I can’t reach it, or touch it… But I know it’s there. “Oh…weird,” Roger murmurs, his eyes bright now as he smiles at his brother. “Our kids have a bond? Do…do we have a bond?” “Uhm, only the bonds of brotherhood that we forged sharing a bedroom for ten years,” Sinclair says, shooting Roger a little glare. “I mean, siblings are bonded through their parents, of course, but a bond like this? And between cousins?” He shakes his head. “I mean,” Ella says, giving a smug little shrug. “We knew they were special.”