My Brother My Mate Novels & Stories

“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.

How could my heart not once have somersaulted with reckless abandon for this man? But the reality is stark and unyielding. My brother's words, spoken with the finality of a judge passing sentence, echo in my mind — I can't be with a rogue, especially not with one who’s not my destined mate. That unspeakable truth clings to the back of my throat, heavy like the dusk. "You know you're not my mate," I whisper, the admission slithering out like a serpent amongst the garden of our past. "And my brother... he will never understand us." Fidgeting with my fingers as I get courage to tell Bart I have found my mate. "Bart, I need to let you know, that... well... I have found my mate. I am sorry."

"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—

❄️ “I’m your alpha—” “No,” Alex cut in sharply. “You’re my stepbrother. And maybe my mate. And that’s exactly why this is so dangerous.” The words struck deep. Alex stood, pacing now, emotions finally spilling over. “If we accept the bond, they’ll parade us as an example. Forbidden but tolerated. Watched. Controlled.” “And if we don’t,” Brian said quietly, “they’ll tear it out of you.” Alex stopped in front of him. “Which option destroys me less?”

This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.

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 could feel my heart healing, slowly but surely. “She's stubborn like you,” my mother said, a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes, knowing she was teasing me. “I'm not stubborn,” I said, trying to sound convincing. But my mother and brother just laughed. “You have to admit, you can be a bit stubborn sometimes,” Drake chimed in. I groaned, but couldn't help but smile. I was glad to be back with my family, even if they tease me. I grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him over to my father. “This is my mate,” I said, unable to stop smiling.

His brother shoved him back by pulling his shoulder and he stood in front of me. “There's no way she is your mate…” he said. “Why?” His brother asked. “Because she is my mate.”

“You’re just looking for a chance to have some fun with Flora, aren’t you?” “You know me. But I love Selena more, obviously. I’ve been her mate for so many years, and things have gone a bit stale. This is a chance for me to take a breather and have fun outside. “Let Selena stay by your side for now. You’re my brother, so I don’t have to worry.” I pretended to have heard nothing and just removed my shoes to tiptoe back. But before I returned to the bedroom, I ran into Leonore.

Hearing his brother's mate say such things, he naturally had to respond. Of course, he wouldn't let me ride with him. To him, I was an optional mate, nothing more. So I had no choice but to take a taxi home.