My Brother Is My Mate Novels & Stories

I said to him proudly as he laughed loudly. “Wow, you are so fucking bored now. I can't imagine you talked to me that way after everything. I thought we were going to be together. I thought you would follow me. You don't know who you are picking over me. You actually think my brother Cyprus is going to treat you right? He wouldn't. He hasn't gotten what he wanted. Just like I had not gotten what I wanted that night. We are brothers. We have the same character. Come with me now, and let this all end,” he said so proudly.

I was about to speak when he interjected, "I overheard you talking, and I just couldn’t let you get your life ruined because of a bastard who decided to be a cheat. So what do you say? You and I become mates?" "But why do you want to be mated to me? You don’t even know me," I questioned, my heart racing with uncertainty. "Right, I don’t, but I can tell you’re nothing like your sister," he said, his honesty disarming. "Look, I’m a very straightforward person, so I’ll tell you straight. I need a mate, and you need one, so why don’t we get together?" "Why do you need a mate?" I asked, feeling the urge to uncover every detail.

To tell those two apart was like looking for a needle in a haystack or hunting for a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. They were so deep into their conversation that they missed seeing me spotting them in their hideout. I tried to discern their conversation, but I only heard snippets: “Mate…Mate…Not yours…Mine…not sharing…tired of sharing…shared every fucking thing in my life with you…I am not sharing him…he wouldn’t be your mate if his brother stayed alive; after his brother died, his mate bond passed on to his twin…he should have been only mine” Whom are they talking about?

"Mom says... said... I was a late bloomer. But I know the truth. I'm just defective." "You are my Mate." The word hung between us like a physical thing. My heart stopped. "What?" I breathed, sure I'd heard him wrong. Rolex's eyes were intense, searching mine. "You're my mate," he said softly. "Don't you feel it?" The world tilted on its axis. Mate? How could I be his mate? He was my stepbrother. He hated me. He—

"But the fucking thing is, I don't have a mate and I might end up using up all my jokes before I found my mate, I guess her rib will still be intact." "You are the meanest beta, I have ever seen, you want me to have a broken rib but your mate's ribs should be intact?" He shrugged his shoulder before stretching his hand to me. "Selfish as his sound, mate comes before anything…” he paused reducing his voice before he murmured, “…not even my naughty sister that couldn't keep her loud mouth shut, come close to my mate," I tittered at his words. "If I have a brother like you, then I wish the goddess never gave you a fated mate, so you could continue to treat me like a princess,"

“Because he’s my fucking mate, Rafe.” I blurt it out, and lift my chin, because…I mean, I have nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s my mate, and it’s supposed to be a good thing. Right? But as I watch, every single drop of blood drains from my brother’s face.

Fated mates. My brother has a gorgeous, strong mate! Then the rest of his words sink in and my stomach plummets. Oh Atticus, you idiot. You big, stupid dummy.

WINTER POV How was this possible? Was my brother my mate? We were supposed to be related and not mated! Perhaps there was a mistake somewhere. I hadn't heard of cases like this. It was the first time I saw it, and I wouldn't say I particularly appreciated it happening to me. I wish there were a written manual on 'how to deal with your brother as a mate'. But I guess I was on my own. 'He's hot, isn't he? And he's strong! You both will make cute pups!'