My Brother Is My Mate Novels & Stories

.ALERIX. I could not stop looking at him. He... He was my mate. I have found my mate after all these years. I thought I was not going to find him. I thought I was part of those whose mates had died at a young age but who knew he would be hiding among the humans. "Does your brother know you are here?" Joe asked, glancing at me.

I knew how to be romantic--- OK, perhaps it wasn't my strong suit and I didn't know how to flirt or sweet-talk to save my life, but. How hard could it be? “How the fuck do you know so much about her?” I asked instead and looked at my brother with a frown. “Because my mate is her best friend,” he continued, a small smile creeping across his lips. I’d just opened my mouth to say something when I realized what he had said. “Mate?!” I echoed and gaped in shock at him. My brother - my man-whore of a brother--- had a mate?!

We were mates and not only that, but he was also my professor. My uncle, my professor and my mate! A mate I was yet to realize was going to put me through so much pain.

“What? Why should I say something like that?' I fearfully questioned. My hands were sweating, my heart began beating at a faster rate, and I couldn’t tell what he was talking about. Suddenly, my mouth went numb, and I couldn’t tell what he was saying at all. Mate? My brother? Fuck him? No, I just heard incorrectly, and I was sure he didn’t just say those words to me. I probably must still be in some dream, right? “You heard me correctly, Oceana, and I know you are not deaf. Announce to the world that Your Brother Is Your Mate. You want to fuck and claim him? Isn’t that a good idea?”

My. My mate.

My eyes bulged out in exasperation. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate! Those words kept ringing in my head. Emilia? Did she just speak? There was no way my wolf would speak, and certainly not in this kind of manner. My eyes darted to the side, my lips quivering as I tried to steady myself. “Nyra, mate. He’s our mate,” she said through the mindlink. A gasp elicited from my lips as my eyes shot toward the man who sat down on his plush chair like he owned the world.

"You told me you have a brother- a twin brother. His name is Xavier.” "I have a twin brother,” I smiled. “Cool." This was helping. Even though I had people here with me, I still felt alone. It was nice knowing I have a family out there. "What else?" "A mate," she said. What’s a mate? She read the confusion on my face and said, “That was the same question I asked you when you said mate." She said then smiled, "Mate is kinda like your soulmate. Your other half. Your partner and your everything. You said that having a mate is the best thing that has happened to you."

Kael had been his mate. Not a partner or a companion or any of the words that existed in the overlap between significant and informal. His mate, in the full, specific, wolf-nature sense of the word, the bond that had been real and had been chosen and had been built into something lasting over four years before it became something that was no longer possible to build because Kael had died.

He could be thinking, what sort of a man will reject his mate for unjustified reasons. “I see, your so-called mate rejected you, right? So pathetic of the both of you,” he stuffed his other hand into his pocket, “Well, one cannot appoint a mate for himself. You and I know that mates are chosen, gifted to each other, and blessed by our beloved mother of all mythical creatures. My brother is just one who seeks pleasure in taking what's never his.” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly.

“So who’s this beautiful lady?” A growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. The reaction was instinctive. Possessive. Mine. My brother immediately stopped. Both hands lifted into the air. “Easy.” His grin somehow got bigger. “Ummm… I’m taking it she’s yours.” I rubbed a hand down my face. “She’s my mate.” That got his attention. “Oh.” A pause followed. Then another grin. “Oh.” I hated him. I really did. “Long story,” I rolled my eyes.