He Chose My Sister But It Was Always Me Novels & Stories

"Always so dramatic. You used to knock." "You used to be my sister," I said, and the words came out colder than the dungeon walls. "Then you chose to betray me." Her smile was faint. A flicker. A ghost of pride. "I chose power. And I never accepted you as my brother from the start." I moved closer, just outside the etched threshold. Let the shadows crawl behind me. Let the old wolf stir in my blood, his hackles raised. "Did you love him?" I asked.

Maybe he’s worried about his father. “Please,” he said, barely audible. “I’ll do anything. I swear. Just don’t let her die.” I hated him in that moment. And I loved him. And I hated myself for that. My chest felt like it was splitting open. Everything I had buried rushed back. The bond. The pain. The love. The betrayal. The longing. All of it crashing into me at once. I looked at my sister. I didn’t hesitate anymore. “Fine,” I said hoarsely. “I’ll do it.” Not for him. For her. Because Alexandra had always chosen me. And I would always choose her.

“You said you want to leave. I’m not going to stop you.” Her voice rose. “You never really wanted me anyway. Did you?” I didn’t answer right away. The words sat there between us. “Say it,” she said. “Just say it.” “I never planned on this lasting the way it did.” She laughed. It sounded broken. “You chose me over my sister. You stood there and told her you were with me. You made that choice. And now you’re just going to say okay when I tell you I’m gone? What the hell is this behavior?”

When Kieran finished speaking, every wolf in the hall turned to look at me. Not one of them had expected him to ask for my sister. Three years ago, in a battle, I had saved his life, and then nursed him myself for three months. Everyone had simply assumed that this choosing was a formality. My father frowned and lowered his voice. "Cassia, what is going on between you two? Is the choosing something you can play games with?" I closed my hand into a fist. It was as though I could still feel the pain of being tormented by countless werewolves.

I said slowly. “Of course.” She stood up and walked toward me. “We are sisters. We always land on our feet because we have each other. I did what I had to do so we could both have a future. You have always been the strong one. You can handle this. I knew you could.” My hands curled into fists. “You knew I could handle it?” “Yes. That is why I chose you. You are tougher than me. I would have fallen apart. You will be fine.”

My father hated me. He said I could never measure up to my sister. He also said I was the one who had killed my mother and destroyed the happy family of three they should have had. Every year on the anniversary of Mom's death, Dad took only my sister to visit her grave. On my eighteenth birthday, I was hospitalized for a heart condition. I called him as carefully as if I were asking for something unforgivable. His voice turned hard. “Today is your mother's death anniversary, and you chose now to pretend you're sick? What are you trying to pull?” My sister's voice drifted through the phone. “Maybe Stella thinks that if she gets sick, you'll love her the way you loved Mom.” She knew exactly wh

My younger brother and I were hit by the same truck. My liver ruptured. He walked away with a few scrapes. But our mother, the director of the hospital, signed my discharge papers without telling anyone, just so she could keep the best surgeons available for him. With the last of my strength, I called and begged her to save me. "How did I give birth to a selfish bad seed like you?" she snapped. "Will you only be happy when you've killed your brother?" In the end, I died, just as Mom wanted. But the mother who had never liked me went gray overnight.

I wanted to remove my gaze from them while they made out in front of me but I couldn't. My mate didn’t want me. Worst of all, he chose my sister over me.

I look up and gaze into his mahogany brown eyes. "This can never happen again, I have no idea what came over me, but this." I point between him and me. "Is over, you're with my sister, you chose her, when you had a choice." I let out a sigh as I grab my purse. "I'm going home." He grabs my wrist as I was about to walk away.

My sister once again took everything from me, even his attention and affection. - Giacomo- I whispered - You know, Sorella, those dark eyes didn't even flinch between choosing his sister or you, the best part was having him for one night all to myself, completely mine, and without having to fulfill my side of the agreement, I made sure to tell our brother that you he wished to give up what was his to another. - Stop, for the love of Dio stop.