Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé
Deborah Benjaminmy little sister stole my fiancemy fiance is in love with my sistermy sister stole my mate, and i let herfated love with my fiance's uncle
"If this bond is real—if it was woven by the Moon Goddess and kept alive despite every poison we threw at it—and if it's mine to choose freely this time, without a council commanding me or a family bartering my blood, then I choose it. Because I want to stop being afraid of wanting you."
A ragged breath tore from Kian's throat. His broad, calloused hands came up slowly, his palms cupping the sides of my jaw with a reverence so profound it felt like a holy rite. The heat radiating from his skin sank deep into my flesh, chasing away the phantom frost of three years of isolation.
"Say that again," he murmured, his thumbs gently brushing the high curve of my cheekbones, his voice raw, desperate,