My Brother My Mate Novels & Stories

A thin line of blood glistened on the blade, bright against Liam’s pale skin. But it wasn’t it that stopped me cold. It wasn’t Marcus’s anger that filled the air or the scent of Liam’s fear. It was him. The voice inside me screamed it, a single word that shook me to my core. Mate. Liam—Riley’s brother—was my mate. Fuck.

Kane’s voice, calm but utterly decisive, cut through: “Get out.” With a sharp steel to his tone, Avery glared. “You think you’re better? I’m Mia’s brother! No one here but me belongs beside her.” A beat later, I interjected: “He is my mate. You are not my brother. He will always matter to me far more than you ever will.” The words fell like ice. Kane’s breathing hitched at “my mate.” His hand clenched, veins tightening along his neck. The brief anger in his eyes died instantly yielded to certainty.

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?

I said low. "Of course, sweetheart. Anything." "What does a mate bond feel like?" Her knife stopped. She put it down slow and turned. Her blue-gray eyes looked in my face. "Why ask?" "Just wonder. I heard that growing up but never got the idea." She looked long. Too long. Like she saw past my easy words to the real one. "A mate bond," she said slow, "is like finding the other half of your soul. A pull you can't push away. A need past smart or reason." She stopped. "Some say it feels full for first time. Like all makes sense."

My mate Is it my brother?

My heart sank, and for a second, I thought I had misheard. "You agreed to it?" Leah looked uncomfortable at my response. "Victor, Jason may not be your real brother but he's been part of this family since your parents adopted him. You want him to get better, don't you?" She paused, like she was choosing her words carefully. "We're just going through the Marking Ceremony. The witch says it'll help Jason recover faster, as it'll lift his mood. It won't change anything between us. I'm still your mate and Mark's mom."

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

I muttered, but he came towards me, and before I knew what was going on, I was in his arms already, “Drop me…” I whispered to him, “I can walk on my own Lucas.” He smirked at me instead, his grip on my body becoming firmer, “Not a chance, MATE.” He murmured, and I felt my heart race faster when he called me mate. My gaze didn't leave his as I took steady breaths in and out so I could become calm before processing my words, “Didn't you say you'd get pregnant with my pup in four months? Well then, let's go make babies.” He whispered loud enough for only me to hear, while I began struggling to free myself from his grip.

his lips slowly aimed for mine and my heartbeat increased in anticipation. Until something snapped inside me and I forced myself out of his grip. “I can't be your lover. Don't you get it?!” I yelled, putting a good and healthy amount of distance between us. Steadying my racing heart and hoping he can't smell my arousal. “Why not?” I scoffed at how ridiculous that question was. “I have a mate.” “What mate? The one cheating on you? The one fucking your sister, that mate?” “He promised to end it…”

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her reaction closely. Aurelia stopped short. The word “mated” sent a strange flutter through her stomach. She knew nothing substantial about Ronan beyond the magnetic pull she felt whenever he was near, the dark rumors about his business, and the terrifying glimpses of his power. Finding out he had a brother only deepened the mystery. “He’s Mr. Ronan,” she replied, showing genuine interest now. Her voice was soft but steady as curiosity overrode her instinct to flee. “What do you mean by mated?”