My Fiance's Brother Odette Stone Novels & Stories

Odette paused, confusion and frustration only barely registering before she sat back and shrugged. "I see," she said. "Then my offer will be useless to you." Okay, I'd bite. "What offer is that?" "Only that I'm willing to reverse the engagement," she said with a small, sly smile, "if you would consider joining the Dumont family in marriage." ***

I asked, spotting the familiar textbook. "Unfortunately," Odette grimaced. "They say he's brilliant but brutal. Please tell me you're in that class too? I could use an ally who understands both wolf and environmental dynamics." Before I could respond, her phone chimed with several rapid notifications. She glanced at it and rolled her eyes. Royal Pain (Brother): Odette, you're late for orientation. Again. Odette: Met the Rivermoon she-wolf! Destiny, brother dear ✨ Royal Pain (Brother): The rejected mate?

It seems like my sister left a message for Dad and Me. I pinch my hand, as I am standing on downstairs, wearing a pink gown. No, not because this dress is my favourite. But because my sister's favourite colour is pink. My mother sent the dress to wear. " I understand. But I can't do anything. Mr. Fernandez. We have been friends for years. Our family is best friends as well. The thing is that my daughter, Odette wished to see her sister marry her fiancé before she was killed. She left her last wish!"

“Do you have any issue with that? If you don't move aside, I'm going to pass." "Wait. I'd like to have a chat with you." Odette halts me. "Because you have invited us here, I wanted to let you know that when I marry Frederick, I'll be sure to invite you as well. Do you know what that means? Yes. I'm going to be his Luna, a role you'll never have." Odette's smile radiated triumph. A pure delight lit up her face as she talked about something she thought I would never achieve.

She was pretty, but her cold blue eyes reminded me of Carmen; the way she looked at me showed contempt and envy, even though I was her sister. I swallowed hard, knowing that this was not a friendly visit like the others I had received so far. “So you’re Alpha Maddox’s bride? A wolfless” she asked, and there was a mocking tone when she said bride. I approached, not really getting close. “Who would I be talking to?” The woman gave a mocking laugh, those accompanying her looking at me as if I were a fool. “So it seems Maddox didn’t tell you about me,” she teased. “I’m Odette, Maddox’s first mate.”

Their father followed behind her and brought her here, away from everything and everyone. When his sister found out that she is not a bastard and George and Mary Smith are her birth parents, she was elated. She wanted to share it with her husband. But fate has another thing planned. They saw Damien Bishop walking inside the Bishop mansion with another woman. The way she was leaning into him was intimate and she was barely dressed. That broke his sister's heart.

Anwen asked innocently and Odette laughed again because she thought Anwen was hilarious. She shook her head. “No, I bought it. In my era, almost everyone has this thing,” she replied, looking at the photos they took earlier. It was a shame that there was no connection at that place, even though the photos were very good for making I***a stories. “Sister, who is he?” Anwen asked when a photo of Odette and a man with glasses appeared on the screen. “He’s Hans Agreste. I call him Senior.” Odette smiled, looking closely at the photo of the man with the glasses. She wondered how the man was doing and wondered how he would react if he found out that she was going to get married soon.

he whispered. “Yeah,” I said. “Much better.” A lie, but I needed to say it. “Oh! Perfect timing,” Marcus began to say as his eyes locked on something behind me, and I slowly turned. “Meet my non-existent brother, Damon Kingston. Damon, this is Olivia, my fiancèe.” I turned and froze, the color draining from my face the second time today.

Miss Odessa was quite stubborn and I could tell, so I decided to ask her sister for help. Evangeline, Odessa's sister, had bright blonde curly hair that matched her lashes and light blue eyes. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles scattered around her cheeks. It was like staring into the sun when talking to her, and as expected, her bubbly character matched her bright ethereal appearance. It was like these sisters were descendants of gods. “Good day miss” “Oh good morning Mr man my sister is working with” she said, squinting like she was trying to remember my name.

“Elara.” I didn’t think. I walked forward, the crowd parting. I stopped before the altar stone, before my Alpha. I took his offered, bleeding wrist, and in front of everyone, I pressed my lips to the wound. A shockwave came from the crowd. It wasn’t just the act, but the scent. As my lips met his blood, the herbs I’d used for years dissolved. My true scent, the rare, silvered scent of a Lunar Mate, burst forth. It was clean and powerful and undeniable, mingling perfectly with his pine scent.