My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her Novels & Stories

I was…happy being around her. But the worst happened, when I discovered my little sister was my mate, on a bright full moon, I ripped her clothes and pushed her as she hit her back against the wall and I took her there; I got out of control and marked her and claimed her as my mate, but there was one problem. I couldn’t tell the world who my mate was, and that became my dark secret and a hard shell to crack.

My hand closed around her throat and I lifted her off the ground and her feet kicked in the air and her hands grabbed at my wrist and her nails dug into my skin and the silver light pulsed under her fingers. "For the ten children," I said. "For the bond you stole. For the baby who never got to breathe." Her eyes were wide and her face was turning dark and her kicks were getting weaker and I held her there against the tree with one hand and watched the life drain out of the woman who had been my sister and my shadow for twenty-four years.

I screamed and sharply my sister Jasmine stood up from on top of Ethan and fell on the floor as she tried to run to one corner. Jasmine stood up and hastily wore her clothes and tried to apologize to me. “I’m so sorry sis, please don’t be__” “Hold it there, you evil witch!” I said as I yelled at her and looked in disdain at Ethan that did not even try to cover himself. I walked closer to her and looked at her neck. It was the necklace Ethan bought for me that I carefully tucked away. So he took it and gave it to this *****. “This *****! So you’re with my necklace. No wonder. Right from when we were kids you always wanted what I had. From that plushy gift mom and dad got for me and now marria

“After my mate was… stolen, I had to make do with what was left.” The implication lands squarely on me, and I feel my stomach twist. I should ignore her, let her revel in her moment, but the whispering, the smug glances, all of it grates on me. It’s like a thousand tiny cuts, and each one burns just a little more. I take a steadying breath, willing myself to stay calm. “Actually,” I interject, keeping my voice steady, “Liam has always been my mate. I didn’t steal anyone.”

The only thing keeping me on my feet was the term 'Mate'. I believed my mate would be the one to take me out of this, so I couldn't wait much longer, I couldn't wait for my mate to come to me and claim me as his own. "Have you cleaned my shoes?" My sister asked me. Of course, she is the expected Luna of the pack. I have always wished she could be nice to me at times, but I knew I was just giving on an imagination that would never work. She is just the same with her parents.

“What is going on?” His smile broadened. “I have found my lost sister.” He said, and I raised a brow at him. “Sister?” “Yes, I have a sister who was lost just two days after her birth. It’s a long story, but for the past six years, I have been searching for her, but all the clues have been useless until now. I just got a call that they have found the midwife who stole my sister from my sleeping mother, and she has confessed and agreed to show us the family she gave my sister to.” Beta Matthew spoke excitedly, and a big smile spread across my face.

I pointed at the screen. At that moment, I felt my heart stop for a second. The last man who came out of the changing area had a drugged female on his shoulder who moved as he walked downstairs, and I got a glimpse of her face. Even though I didn’t need it after seeing the familiar sidecut, one-quarter shaved head on the right side. They had not just taken my sister. They had also taken my mate, It was personal. I had no idea how could anyone know about Zoe being my mate because not even she knew yet.

I dug my nails into my palms so hard that I nearly drew blood, barely keeping myself under control. This was the ugly truth. The woman I called ‘Mom’ was actually my aunt. She had an exchange system that she could use three times, and she had already stolen my exam scores and my job.

This girl who has always been mine. “I can’t lose you,” I whispered. “Not to him. Not to anyone.” “You won’t lose me.” “You don’t understand—” “Then help me understand. Tell me the truth.” I took a big breath. “You are my mate.” The words came out quiet but strong. She stared at me, mouth open a little.

I could feel his blood rising. "Enlighten me.. how's it so different?" He let out a small sigh like he was holding back; "Avery.. you don't understand." "No.. you're the one that doesn't understand!! I won't be your mate if you're going to run off and mark some other bitch!!" "She isn't a bitch, she's your sister!!" "Yes! The same one that left me to die! Why should I give her a fancy name when she isn't worth it?"