Romans & histoires His Mate Or His Step-sister

I said as I took a step closer to her. Her eyes were wide by now, she must have started to understand the situation, she was alone with me in a far end of the mansion and I was behaving like man crazed. “You are a mad man Alexander” she said, I could hear the fear in her voice as she spoke. I took another step forward “I guess you could say since I am lusting after my step brother’s wife, you have driven me crazy even before I met you, you drove me mad with need and desire in my dreams and now, I can’t myself to stop thinking about you, I can understand what these sinful attractions are all about, what is it about you that makes me lose every strand of sanity and self control I possess” I sa

‘I’ll meet you in your study. I gave my head a small shake. My study was exclusive to only a selected few, which was my brother and our mate. ‘No. I’ll be in my office.’ I said and cut the mindlink off. Stephanie was my late fated mate's sister. Since her sister left us, she’d been there. She stepped up in the role of, of, Luna. Emerys had said that in passing. I didn’t think it was necessary to claim her sister as my mate.

“He is not Stephanie’s. HE IS OURS. Neither you nor I have ever felt right about Stephanie being described as his mate and future luna. This must be why.” I take a moment to let Rose’s words sink in. I want to protest more… I want time to process and sort through the craziness that is this situation… I want to ask how I can be mated to the male that everyone believed belonged to my sister… how I could be mated to the male that has loved and grieved for my sister for the past six years… how I could be mated to the male that has spread rumors about me and caused me to be tortured and shunned…

The pain flared inside me. “It’s Mike’s daughter, Madeline,” I said, making Will’s eyes widen even more. “Your step-sister is your mate?!” he exclaimed. “She is not my step-sister,” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “She is my mate.” Step-sister sounded so fucking wrong. She was my mate. She was the love of my life. She was my Luna. Will gasped quietly. “Isn’t she only 17 years old?” I tightened my jaw and nodded.

“Isn’t that obvious?” “I’m the heir of the pack.” “Right.” I nodded at him. “And I can’t just be with anyone, I need to look for a way to add up and choose a good mate from a good family for more power and alliance in all kinds of matters.” “So Judy isn’t a good fit?” “She was before until you brought them down because of that girl.” “That girl?” “The stepsister, she was my mate.” The smirk on my face turned to a hard smile. “You didn’t want to take my girl but she was once my girl, on the mating ritual, we found out we were mates and…” He paused. “I rejected her,

My family had deemed him unworthy of me. Yet, I had defied them, fleeing with him, following him back to the Phantom Pack. I had foolishly believed that we could finally live a life of happiness together. But shortly after our arrival, his father had passed away. The Alpha King had issued an ultimatum: only if Olivia—his stepmother—conceived would Mason be permitted to inherit the Alpha title. Thus, he had begun sleeping with another woman, over and over again. Each time he returned home, his body bore Olivia’s scent markers, strong and stinging—like blades cutting into my heart. And each time, he would utter the same empty promises:

I nodded between bites, taking a sip from my cup of juice. "Yes," I said. "He's the future beta, if not the beta now!" I stopped eating, then looked down at my almost empty plate. "I mean, he should be the beta now... he's mated to my step-sister," I explained. "Wait! The one I saw yesterday?" he asked incredulously. "No, that's not the one, I have two step-sisters, Cecily and Diana. The one you saw yesterday is the eldest, Diana, Malakai is now mated to Cecily; he rejected me for her. Actually…"

I pull him all the way onto the landing, dragging him into the shadows of a quiet corner away from the prying eyes below. I spin on him, my chest heaving. "What are you doing, Jason?!” I hiss in his sinfully handsome face. “That is my stepsister!" Jason stares back at me, untouched by my rage. He adjusts his tuxedo. "Er, okay. I know that. She's my fated mate, and she's going to be my Luna. Why are you yelling?" he asks. I gasp, staggering a step back from him as if I’ve been physically struck. Hearing those words come directly from his mouth is a thousand times more painful and shocking than watching him from a distance in the Grand Hall.

He was her second chance mate. I laughed because it seemed really funny how everything was going. My step brother was a mate to my mate who I chased away. “I can't believe this. I can't believe the moon goddess is trying to play with my mind. I didn't expect her to do this to me. She gave my mate to my stepbrother who wasn't even worthy of her.” He was a bastard, or was this a sign that we had to fight against each other for Kira's love? Just seeing the situation at hand now made me realize that Mia was right.

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.