Novel & Cerita Mated In The Shadow Of My Sister

“He’s not my brother! We’re not related! We’re fated mates, destined to be together.” “Then you should have stayed away from my man. No one gets between me and Ezra and lives. You’ll die for it, just like my twin sister.” “I didn’t…” I trailed off, my mind reeling. Wait, what? Her twin sister? She started pacing in front of me, her movements erratic. “My sister was his fated mate, and everyone said they were a match made in heaven. Of course, they were dead wrong. That little rat didn’t deserve my Ezra. He belonged to me! I was the one who was right for him. All she did was cling to him like a parasite and dim his light. I couldn’t stand it. And Ezra is too nice for his own good, so he would

For mating them to each other. So quite naturally, I wanted my own mate too. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I’d been counting down to the very moment I’d meet her. I had the lines I’d utter to her rehearsed in my head. How I’d tell her how glad I was to finally meet her. How I’d smile like a kid who got his first taste of candy and how I’d hug her for the first time, promising forever in her ears. It was all going to be like I’d dreamed- perfect. But that perfect dream quickly became a nightmare the moment I realized the mate I’d waited for all my life was my father’s new wife’s daughter. In more terrifying terms, my step-sister.

But I remained calm. "Hello, sister," I said, letting my power flow freely. "Here to try to stop me too?" She laughed, the sound brittle and cold. "Stop you? Oh no, dear sister. I'm here to watch you fail. The Shadow Lords send their regards, by the way. They're so looking forward to breaking you." Her words confirmed what I'd suspected - she'd been working with them all along. But instead of fear or anger, I felt something like pity.

I yelled, but she was gone in the blink of an eye, merging with the shadows right under my car. “Fuck!” It hadn't even been two days since I discovered he was a mate and they were already going after him? First, a Succubus, now a goddess of mischief- Great! If it boiled down to a fight, my sister had more experience than I. I'd lose right on my face and it would suck to have my pride hurt and my game taken. I couldn't do this. I'd never engage in a losing battle— the conflict tore through me and I could almost smell him again.

My sister’s head began to shake against my shoulder, as she says to me, “That’s the thing, I don’t want you to leave again. I can’t take care of our father on my own, and you know I was never book smart like you. So, I have no idea how to even deal with his affairs once he is gone.” The thought of having to stay here and deal with everything made my stomach curl at the thought of it. The reason I was willing to meet with Dom, was to clear my family’s name, and get the hell out of here and back to my new life at Mystic Shadow with Alpha Jace. The last thing I wanted to do before our mating ceremony was to be hours away from him, dealing with my old fling. But as my sister pulls from my embrac

I should have been happy, ecstatic even… but I couldn’t help but feel the threatening tears in the corner of my eyes as I felt exactly who it was and where this hallway was leading me. With heavy breathing, I halted in front of a massive wooden door with engravement on it, feeling rejected even before I could see his face. With my hands holding the cold knob of my twin sister’s bedroom door, I heard muffled voices inside. Mixed with my sister, Amanda, was the voice of that man I thought I’d be with even before the mate bond told me he was my fated mate. “You need to reject her, Felix! She’s nothing compared to me. You know that.”

Sable's sister orchestrates a vicious attack on Sable and locks her in her room to prevent her from attending the event. The air in the room feels thick and suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me, making it hard to breathe. The weight of my sister's betrayal hangs heavily on my shoulders, like a burden that I can't shake off. With each passing minute, the sound of the ticking clock becomes louder in my ears, amplifying my growing desperation and anger.

My hand closed around her throat and I lifted her off the ground and her feet kicked in the air and her hands grabbed at my wrist and her nails dug into my skin and the silver light pulsed under her fingers. "For the ten children," I said. "For the bond you stole. For the baby who never got to breathe." Her eyes were wide and her face was turning dark and her kicks were getting weaker and I held her there against the tree with one hand and watched the life drain out of the woman who had been my sister and my shadow for twenty-four years.

Zara had told me that this was a sign that we were going to find our mate, but I hadn't expected it would be today. "Of all the places…" I muttered to myself, feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. This meant that my mate was a member of the Dark Brood pack. What did this mean for me? For us? "It means we will have a formidable mate," Zara reassured me. "Abby, are you sure you’re, okay?" Terry inquired. “Do you need to wait in the car?” I forced a smile onto my face, doing my best to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… a little nervous."

, I muttered, in a voice which was barely audible. Stubborn. Reckless. "He needs me or he'll burn out", I thought. He works himself out when somethings bothering him so much. Could he have discovered that the Luna is not the Jenna that he knows. "I doubt it", I said, subconsciously A wave of nausea washed over me, a sickening mix of fear for him and the bitter reality of my own situation. I wasn’t here as myself. I couldn't help him. I was here as Clara. His sister.