My Sister's Duty Novels & Stories

The same eyes I see in the mirror every day. “Nothing. She’s coming,” my father replies, trying to hide how much he hates being commanded, even if he remains one of my uncle’s most loyal dogs. Roberto D’Angelo extends his hand to me. I take it, trying to steady my breathing. “Come on, niece. You have a duty to fulfill. My sister would be proud of you—for understanding that family and the organization come first, just as she did.” Understood? He thinks I’m foolish enough to believe that, instead of knowing she was forced just like I am.

I pause, then add, “Mum never showed me any. Even when I asked.” He says nothing, just cups water in his hands and pours it gently over my skin. Warm. Comforting. But I miss his touch, miss the way his fingers make me feel like I’m safe, like I’m not broken. After a beat, I ask, “Was your sister involved in the fight tonight?” “She was upstairs. Fighting the women and any of Damian’s remaining kin,” he exhales. “She’s leader of the female betas.” I nod silently, the memory of her fierce expression when she barged into my room resurfacing. I banish it.

The morning air was crisp as we loaded the vehicles. One day before the challenge. One day before everything changed. "Eva." I pulled my sister aside. "You know what to do." "Keep the pack safe. Keep the borders secure. Keep everyone calm." She nodded, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "And if you don't come back?" "I will." "But if you don't?" "Then you lead them. You've been ready for this responsibility for years."

“You… you arrested her? Your own sister betrayed you too? You had her arrested? She gave us so much information.” I didn’t flinch. My own heart was a battlefield. Love for my sister warred with my duty to the pack. "She will be judged accordingly. The council will decide her fate." The truth was, the council wouldn't decide anything. Our laws were clear. Treason was punishable by death. The thought made my stomach churn, but I pushed it down. I didn’t want to think about it now. I didn’t want to think that I’ll come face to face with deciding my sister’s fate.

“Daphne is younger than you. What of it, if we look out for her a little more? Isn’t it your job as the older sister to give her a break?” Tsk, tsk, tsk. There it was again. “I’ve given enough. From now on, I’m done. My paycheck, my time, and my life all belong to me.” My mother’s voice trembled as she asked, “So that’s it? You’re just walking out on us?” “I’ll do my basic duty as a daughter. Beyond that, I’m done with this family,” I said calmly. My father shot up from his seat. “You ungrateful child!”

The next day, there was a parents and teachers meeting going on in school and our Dad had just left to attend it. Before he left, I was asked to take good care of my sister. Why do I always have to be the one left in charge of my sister. Ava's always my responsibility and anytime I fail to look after her, she ends up creating a huge mess like she's about it right about now when I caught her talking on the phone to attend some Party in the night..

"A brother and a sister. My sister was actually the one who was to come here, but I offered to take her place." Sawyer focused in on Waverly. "Your sister was the candidate?" he asked, considerably dazed. "Why would you—" "Duty," was the only word Waverly responded with. "My father has always pushed the importance of responsibility on us and I know my place as his daughter." Waverly stated, her voice casually drifting. "I've always dreamed of doing my own thing and experiencing life how I want to, but in that moment, when I heard my sister's name called…something just happened and it was like I couldn't stop myself. I knew what I had to do."

That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister. Why couldn't I have something to myself for once? “Don't you get it?” He started. “You're not good enough for Alpha Orion.” The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. “What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?” My voice cracked on the last statement.

Mirra was at the end of the table, which was where she had been at every council session apparently, for thirty years, the archive's representative on the governance body, present and attentive and intermittently devastating. "Correct," Mirra said. One word. In the tone she used when something was accurate and she was confirming it without embellishment. The council moved to implementation. Afterward, walking back through the estate corridor, one of the senior council members, a woman named Greta's sister, fell into step beside me. Not Greta. Her sister Petra, the other Petra, the one who had been helping me with defensive training and had watched the silver light send Davan stumbling and ha

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.