He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

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.

"We agreed that the suite with the biggest walk-in closet is mine. I get to choose the furniture myself." I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard wrong. She said it so naturally, as if moving into the Moretti estate was the most obvious thing in the world. Henry did not argue. He just smiled. "Your sister has no objections." "My sister loves me. She would never object." I stood there and felt something loosen in my throat. "What if I said I do object?" The room went quiet for two seconds. Nina froze. It was probably the first time I had ever refused her. Before she could speak, her eyes were already red.

I stepped into the gap beside her, dropping my left hand onto Alistair's trembling shoulder, letting the weight of my grip bite into the muscle, pouring my own marrow into the anchor she was hammering into the rock. I added my own voice to hers. "I choose her. I chose her the night I finally told the truth about that boundary marker, and I have chosen her every day since. You don't get my grandfather's fear. You don't get her uncle's grief. You don't get either of us." The ground beneath us erupted.

Then I stepped into the corridor to find the man who walked out on his sister… …and told me to choose whoever I want, when he’s the only one I have ever wanted so bad.

he said. “Yes.” “When?” “Recently.” That was all he gave. His mother’s lips curved slightly. “And you didn’t think to inform your family?” “It was a private decision.” Her gaze shifted back to Elena, slower this time. “I see.” The silence stretched. Then— “Of all people,” his sister said, staring directly at Elena, “you chose her?” “I didn’t choose her for you,” Adrian replied before Elena could speak. His sister’s laugh came again, sharper this time. “She humiliated me, Adrian. She stood in front of everyone and destroyed my wedding like it was nothing.”

*** Dawn arrived with the cold, gray light of early morning creeping through the windows. The chambers were carved from ancient stone. High arched ceilings echoed with the faint murmurs of the pack elders gathered around the semi-circular dais. At the center sat Alpha Silas, Caleb's father, looking tired and stern. Beside him stood Elder Lucian, his face settled into a triumphant, predatory sneer. Standing near the public gallery was my sister Beatrice. Her arms were crossed over her jacket, her eyes flashing with cruel delight as Caleb and I walked down the aisle.

At the front of the room, near the cracked lectern, two figures waited. My sister. And Rain. They stood a few feet apart, not quite united, not quite separate. My sister’s arms were folded. Rain held her phone loosely at her side, the screen glowing. “You came,” my sister said. Her voice echoed slightly in the empty hall. “You didn’t give me a choice.” Rain smiled. “There’s always a choice. You just keep making the wrong ones.” I stopped in the centre aisle, far enough that I could still run if I needed to. “What do you want?”

“I didn't choose you because of what you could give me.” His voice was quiet. “I chose you because you're you.” The bond warmed beneath my ribs. I turned toward him. “And you?” He looked at me for a second before returning his eyes to the road. “What about me?” “I chose you too.” A small smile appeared. “I know.” “You're getting arrogant again.” “Probably.” I laughed. The car continued toward home. Our home. And for the first time, the word didn't feel temporary. When we reached the penthouse, my sister woke up.

When my parents divorced, they agreed that my sister and I would each live with one of them for a year, then switch. Every September, we traded houses. One daughter with Mom for the school year, the other with Dad. But every handoff turned into a fight over my younger sister, Quinn. "Quinn, come away with Mom for fall break." Dad frowned. "She's with me this year. Stop interfering." Mom's smile went thin. "Last year I had a business trip and left her with you for seventeen days. I want those days back." "It wasn't a full seventeen days. It was sixteen days and eight hours." Quinn sighed sweetly. "If only I could split myself in half." They argued for a long time, and in the end they

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.