My Adopted Sister is My Mate
“And the night we met again,” I whisper, “my wolf recognized you.”
Silence.
“Recognized me how?” she asks carefully.
My chest burns even as my pulse thunders in my ears.
“As my mate.”
The word falls between us like shattered glass.
Avara laughs. “That’s not funny.”
“I know.”
“You’re my brother.”
“I know.” I find myself inching closer… closer.
“That’s impossible. This is sick.”
“I know,” I say again, voice breaking now. “I fought it. Gods, I fought it. I tried to convince myself my instincts were wrong, that my wolf was broken, that I was losing my mind.”
Her hands shake. “Stop.”
“I can’t,” I say hoarsely. “Because every second I’m near you, it gets worse. Because my wolf wants t
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