Chosen Sister 소설 & 이야기

That the choice was mine. Damien’s grandmother stepped into the room before either of us said anything else. “I found someone willing to perform the ceremony,” she said. “But she has a condition.” “We heard,” Damien said quietly. “Then you understand what it means.” She looked at me directly. “You are not asking them to choose your husband. You are making them admit they never had the right to choose for you.” I understood the difference. It didn’t make the thought of standing in front of my father again hurt any less.

Alpha Zane sat lost in thought in his dimly lit chambers, the flickering candles casting long shadows on the walls. The scroll, delivered by one of his guards, was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles white. How did I reject Maya and choose her sister? he wondered. Maya is weak but hardworking. Zara, on the other hand, is sassy and also the strongest woman in the pack, he murmured. He tried replaying the events leading up to his choice, but the images seemed foggy.

Now she had a scar on her forehead, and she could only watch as her own father gave his love to another child. A long moment later, Tabitha hung her head low, her eyes red. As if trying to draw attention to herself, Willow said, "Don't take this the wrong way, Yvonne. He just pities us. We're all alone, you see, so…" I held Tabitha's hand and smiled. "I get it. He cares about his workers." Willow's smile froze. She wanted to tell me she was closer to Timothy than we were? Well, I wasn't about to let her get that wish.

I could feel the loathing radiating off him like poison. The Seer stepped forward, her silver eyes glowing beneath her hood. "Tonight, the moon goddess reveals the mate bond... bound by fate, written in blood." She turned to me first. "Jessica Mitland." My heart stopped. The Seer's glowing eyes flicked between the two brothers. "Your mate... has been chosen." I held my breath, clutching Ryan's hand tighter. Please. Please, let it be him. But the Seer's voice sliced through the night like a blade.

When I finally confronted him, he acted like he was the one in the right. "They're just a mother and daughter on their own—what's wrong with helping them? Cammy has both her parents, but Lacy doesn't. She has no sense of security. I'm just looking after her a little. Queenie, do you have to be so selfish?!" And now, Richard, Joyce, and Lacy were sitting together in my house, looking so natural, like a family. All those strange events from before suddenly made perfect sense. I trembled with fury, my fists clenched tight.

“We will be carrying a usual ritual. The assignment of wolves to the packs beyond our territories. This year, only fifty students have been chosen. Ten packs have been selected, therefore five student shall pair in a pack. At the call of your name, please step forward and stand with your new guardian,” The lights in the hall dimmed, and the suspense railed longer than we’d expected. Everyone could guess who the top picks of the year would be. In Lunaris city, the Ashgrove pack has one of the best amateur wolves. We always produced the best wolves in the Lunaris city games, and those students were consistent with the title. As expected, they were called. “Bright Loker. Cynthia Mattinal, Joe H

The silence in the car had weight. "All of my sisters," I said slowly. "Josylyn. Elara. Mara." I let the shape of it settle. "Their matings were chosen. Arranged. The trials, the selections, the bonds that followed — our father's hand was in all of it." River was very still. "But not yours," Cade said quietly. He wasn't asking.

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

"Promise me, if anything happens tonight you will use this dagger, if one of those beasts comes near you, you throw it as hard as you can." Forcing a smile, I nodded. "You have my word." Tonight, I was finally joining in on the Choosing, the very one I lost my best friend to. My father didn't want the wealth that came with being chosen, all he wanted was to keep us together. Sadly, for my father, I had other plans. Tonight, I was going to find out where Sharlee went. Even if it meant being taken by the beast themselves.

I turned around, but she stopped me by grabbing my arm and pressing her chest against it. "I'm your best option. I won't give you trouble," she said boldly. "No, you will cause it, and we both know that." "If you choose one of my sisters, it will all be a disaster," she pointed out seriously. On that, she was right, but the cost might be worth it. "Well, we'll see..." "Shinebaīnoni, kono kuzu." "Likewise, Ima, likewise," I replied, and she stormed off the terrace in a fury.