Mated To My Brother-In-Law
And me, walking into the pack house with the biggest secret of all, would be al shades of wrong to every party involved.
“Mom, please,” I tried again, hoping she'd listen. “You’re overthinking this.”
She looked at me with disbelief. “Overthinking? Your sister is about to bind her life to a man who isn't sure about her.”
As much as I hated to admit it, she was right.
I grabbed the edge of the kitchen table to steady myself.
“She likes him,” I said. “And he's her mate. He wouldn't hurt her.”
“That’s not enough,” she replied. “The mate bond is built. Not decided in one week of ceremonies and rituals.”