Chosen Sister Novels & Stories

“But you’re so powerful now. You could choose anyone you wanted. Any wolf.” Her jaw tightened. “Do you really think I’m that callous? That I’d toss my mate aside like a temporary decision?” “No,” Damien said quickly. “I don’t. But… none of this was originally your choice. The Moon Goddess chose us for each other. And she decided to make you her successor. I guess I’m just wondering… now that the choice is yours, do you still want things to stay the same?”

I need control. "Alpha Miles," the announcer calls, his voice uncertain. "As tradition dictates when an Alpha or Luna chooses another partner, you may select from the available participants." My eyes scan the field, landing on Roxy, who stands at the edge looking as stunned as I feel. Our eyes meet, and I can see the calculation there, the wheels turning as she realizes the opportunity this presents. "I choose Roxy Chapman," I say, my voice coming out colder than I intend. More whispers, more shocked faces. I've just selected my Luna's twin sister, the woman everyone knows I've always preferred. It's a deliberate slap back at Rhea, and the crowd knows it. The tension in the arena thickens un

she says, “and there are chosen mates.” I nod. “Mom and Dad are chosen mates.” “Yes,” she agrees. “Mary and Graham are chosen.” The way she says their names, especially Mom’s, has no softness in it. It’s strange hearing Melody talk like that. Like she’s already mourned the version of our family that deserved gentleness. Melody continues, “Chosen mates are a decision made by the people involved. Sometimes it starts with attraction. Sometimes it starts with respect. Sometimes it starts with politics. But if it’s done right, it becomes real.”

’ I stopped by his door and turned to look at him. ‘I have the same thoughts, Nori,’ I replied, ‘I have the same thoughts and questions when out of all the women in Purple Hill, you really have to choose my sister as your Chosen Mate.’ ‘Lana,’ Nori calls my name. But he can’t look at me. I can see his pain but I don’t really know why. Because if there is someone who should be in pain. It should be. ‘Stop making everything about yourself, Nori,’ I said, ‘Stop playing the victim. You are the one who made the decision. So learn and live with it.’

Uncle had to carry her away so they could turn his body to dust. To be truthful I had thought I would mate later in life. I had planned to come home and spend a few years bonding with my family before dating. I had thought maybe my sisters could set me up with one of their friends or maybe a sexy orange female would catch my eye, but that won't happen. I am a champion. I have to choose a female and bring her home to my still grieving family. I won't pair with a gorgeous orange Bronkark. I will honor the Harvest by choosing someone off world even though I feel like Bronkark women are the best. I will just suck it up... I growl inside my head. The alcohol is making me negative. I almost felt r

Lucienne’s mark, the symbol of his wolf, burned faintly across his wrist, glowing in rhythm with Selena’s heartbeat. A murmur rose through the crowd. Darius took a small step forward, eyes darting between his brother and Selena. Lucienne looked down at his wrist, then up at her again…. shock in his gaze now, sharp and raw. Selena’s lips parted, breath catching. The priestess whispered, voice trembling, “The Goddess has chosen.” Silence. Every eye turned toward Selena. And Luna Alara’s scream split the hall.

From then on, I stopped seeking her love. Warmth spread across my forehead. I touched it and realized that it was blood. I took a deep breath and looked at the three of them—my mother, my brother, and the woman I had planned to marry. For the first time in forever, my head was crystal clear. "Noah, you know exactly how your leg got broken." His eyes flickered, and I smiled faintly at him. "This apartment is mine. If you want it, sure. Just pay me. And one more thing…" My gaze locked onto Jeanette. "If you didn't hear me clearly on the phone, I'll say it again. I'll step aside for you and Noah. This wedding is off!"

“If you don’t choose, the city will. A rival pack. A rogue. Someone who doesn’t care if it breaks you.” Fear coiled in her stomach—but beneath it, something else stirred. Want. Not just desire. Pull. Gravity. She looked at all three of them—at Dante’s control stretched thin, at Kai’s barely leashed hunger, at Lennox’s silent intensity. “Is choosing… claiming?” she asked. Dante didn’t lie. “It’s the first step.” The moonlight spilled across the floor, bright and insistent. A howl echoed—farther away this time, but not gone.

Let them in. I rose to greet them personally, my voice calm and composed. "These women were all chosen by me personally," I said. "I believe you will find them very suitable." As soon as they entered the room, Peter was stunned. All three women bore a striking resemblance to the same woman. Mia. His foster sister. Pete’s hand tightened slowly, his knuckles whitening. I felt nothing. If he had once loved her to the point of losing control, then women like these were the most suitable compensation—for the family, for bloodline continuity.

“For her to finally choose.” I felt something inside me snap. Not fear. Not anger. Something stronger. My wolf surged beneath my skin. Silver flashed across my vision. I stepped forward. “I already chose.” The rival Alpha's expression changed. “You don't even know what you're choosing.” “I know exactly what I'm choosing.” I looked at Kai. He was watching me. Not as his contract wife. Not as someone he needed to protect. As a woman standing beside him. “I choose myself,” I said.