My Sister Stole My Mate Novels & Stories

“Don’t think that your sister would do that, Mia. At the moment, she is not even at home. She went to stay at her fiancé’s for a week.” “Woah! Davina had found her mate? And she did not even need to travel abroad to do that?” I gasped. “You asking that would only imply that you have met your mate.” Mother said, turning the broth with a large, long spoon. “But no, Davina has not found her mate yet. And she is tired of waiting for our mother, Mawu, to reveal her true one to her. She decided to date one of our males, in the same manner a human would.” Mother gave a tiny shrug.

“Aria... Don't tell me...” I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back my tears as they threatened to fall again. “My mate rejected me, Mom. He rejected me earlier,” I whispered. My inner self was howling again and I wanted to release that, but I held it back by taking a deep breath. “Adrian Patterson was my mate and he didn’t want me. Cassie was the one he chose because he thought my sister was better than me. My own brother, Ash, even smacked me twice thinking that I was lying with this whole mate thing! My brother didn't believe that Adrian was my mate, Mom. He listened to Cassie and that hurts most.”

“Mate” Rose and I looked at each other and squeaked like teenagers. Nate patted Romeo's back. “Yep, your newly found sister is not a kid anymore. You have to let her go to her mate.” Romeo rolled his eyes. He knew Morgan's history, and his reaction was that of an older brother fearing his baby sister would get hurt. I moved away from the newly found couple and bumped into someone. I turned around, and a man stood there. “Shit, you scared me…” I placed my hand over my heart.

And right now, the fact that my stepbrother is my mate is weighing heavily on me. I took a deep breath and began to open up to Dean. “I found my mate.” I said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the words left my lips. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who is she?” he asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but my mate is actually my stepbrother.” Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dean’s jaw dropped in shock.

I had to stop them somehow. “See, Tristan, your brother will bleed in your stead. We’ll tear him apart piece by piece for what you did to my sister. He will suffer for you,” Mateo snarled. In that moment, little of my cousin was left. A Made Man, a monster. Just because I never saw his monstrous side didn’t mean he was less of a monster than any other of the men in our world.

I hear Selene say, and suddenly, I feel the urge to tear her apart from the inside. “Selene…” She scoffs and shakes her head. "You are really making a scene out here, and someone from a guest pack might think I actually stole your mate from you." "But you did," the words come out in a choked whisper as another torrent of tears starts pouring. "You knew, Selene. You knew how much I liked Aiden, yet you took him from me. You know he was my mate…" “He asked me to marry him, Lyra. What could I have done? Say no?”

"I know you like Henry too, but you can't frame me like this—Mom, please help me!" My mom slapped me across the face. "Liz Stanton! I'm telling you—your sister is about to be a rich man's wife. You'd better admit you stole Colette's plan, or I'll make you regret it. You've always been nothing but trouble; if you were half as sensible as Colette, I wouldn't be so vexed every time I look at you."

Once everyone made it across, the elder turned to me. “You must go south now,” he said. “Away from Ronan’s territory. Away from old enemies.” “And Jake,” I whispered. The elder’s gaze softened. “The Moon will not let you drift from your mate forever. Hiding will only delay the inevitable.” That word again. Mate. My chest tightened painfully. Ivan looked away. We traveled for two days without stopping. My energy came back in broken fragments. The silver light inside me no longer roared. It simmered. Watching. Waiting.

How do you tell them all your instincts are screaming to stake them, to claim them, to bind them to you so deeply that they'd never leave you once more? How do you tell your younger sister she's your mate? *She's not our sister,* my wolf growled. *Never was. Not by blood. Not by law. And soon, not by choice either.* "Shut up," I grumbled, but the creature only laughed, certain in a way I wasn't permitted to be. Freya looked back then, as if she felt my gaze. Her eyes followed upwards, searching, until they found my window. Even from this distance, even through glass, I could sense the strike like a blow.

Zelda's POV I bolted upright, a gasp catching in my throat. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against my skull, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The room was unfamiliar, the scent of a masculine cologne heavy in the air. Then I saw him. Bane Blackwood. My mate’s uncle. The man who was supposed to be Claus's rival, his enemy. He lay beside me, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, his breathing slow and even in sleep.