Novel & Cerita Mated In My Sisters Shadow

“It’s my sister… Something’s happened. She’s been hurt.” “Which sister?” I blurt out, suddenly worried. Aiden looks back up, surprise written all over his face. “What do you mean, which one?” Sh&t. **** (Alpha Aiden POV) When werewolves talk about the power of the mate bond, they are not kidding. It is like a nuclear-charged magnetic freight train. Resisting it is futile.

“No, I can’t let any snotty man, have you. I’d rather you don’t get married.” Shadow sighed annoyingly. (Cole!) Marina’s voice volumed up so suddenly. Cole flinched and sat straight and looked at the phone nervously. He was swallowing hard. (How many times do I have to tell you? Lord Shadow is not your property. Let her go.) “Please.” Shadow tousled her bang to the back, agreed. “She- she is my sister.” (I know.) “But- but, you did the same to her.” (Because I can.)

Harrison’s heartbeat was a slow, rhythmic thrum under my cheek, and even as his hand came up to stroke my hair, I knew his mind was still prowling the borders of our lie. “You know, I feel as if I am running with a mated male,” I said a moment later, finally finding the words for our shadow-relationship. “It’s like I’m hunting so hard to keep the high-bitch and the neighbors from catching our scent. Except, in this forest, you aren't bonded, and the so-called mate knows exactly where I sleep.” Harrison snickered, his fingers sweeping the hair away from the sensitive skin of my neck. “You are essentially my secret shadow-mate.”

“Today is my sister's mating day!” “I know!” Silas threw him off with a surge of Alpha strength, his eyes never leaving my face. “But she is my female! We have been together four winters!” The words crashed over the assembly like a physical blow. Thane froze, his grip loosening. He looked between us, scenting the truth in the air—the phantom traces of Silas's claim still clinging to my skin, the unmarked bond that had tethered me in shadows. His gaze sharpened, turning to Silas with dawning horror. “You mean… you are the one who kept her as a shadow-mate? The one who used her without a mark, without a name?”

And when my eyes lowered, I let out a sharp grunt, crashing heavily on the couch. My dick throbbed painfully. Again. The tip was pulsated angrily as streaks of precum dripped down the length uncontrollably. It wanted her. Amber. To be buried deep in her virgin cunt. Waves of heat rose from my body. It felt like I was on fire. Mad with hunger Like a beast in heat. Ready to devour her. Amber. No one else. But I couldn't. I was mated to her fucking twin sister. We were fucking married and she was my fucking Luna.

A girl could never be mated to another girl, never in the history of Nightshade pack had this happened, never in the history of any pack had he heard that it happened. Just before the two women could touch, or hug, or do whatever it was that the mate bond was making them to do, he grabbed on to his sister's wrist and yanked her away from the girl. The women, as if suddenly pulled away from a trance, gasped, their breath returning to them and their eyes falling to him.

If Miles had her, then we might have no hope. “Then we will go to Lotus Shadow to bring her home.” Marc said with a determination that shocked me. “Marc, Lotus Shadow is her home.” I pointed out, though he already knew that. “Not if Asher wants to make her his mate.” he told me sharply, and I felt a ripple of shock running through me. I knew Asher liked my sister, and it was fairly evident he had an effect on her too, but had it become that serious? Did Asher want to make my sister his chosen mate?!

11 The Mate She Wants Gone Lilith POV The tension between husband and wife pressed down on me like a storm cloud. I kept my eyes on the food in front of me, chewing in silence, though every bite felt heavy in my throat. Behind Luna Rachel, Talia hovered like a shadow, ready to serve but clearly listening to everything. When Rachel pulled a stool close to the tray, I caught the flicker of her eyes—sharp, unreadable, and fixed more on her husband than on me.

Dad cared deeply about my mating bond—so much so that he threw a big party to celebrate it. When I got there, Thorne was already sitting down, nodding at me. Isolde was next to him, glaring at me with envy. I looked away, trying not to care. The werewolves below were all whispering and wondering. "Who do you think the princess will pick as her mate?" "Who else could it be? It's gotta be that guy from the Ashenclaw pack. I heard the princess is totally smitten with him. Even the Ashenclaw pack's alpha is getting ready for their big bonding ceremony."

Claim me. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. “Let go of me,” I whispered, not turning around. My voice cracked. “Please.” He didn’t. His hands stayed on my waist, fingers twitching like he was barely holding himself together. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.” he said quietly. “That’s not the point,” I snapped, finally turning around, eyes blazing. “You don’t get it, Zane. This mating thing is too sudden. I'm not sure it's what you even want.”