My Sister Stole My Mate Novels & Stories

Finding my mate should have been the best day of my life, but that was ruined along with the stupid fantasy I had with Lucas in my head. That day, my sister took me along with her as her personal maid to visit her boyfriend, Lucas. She thought he was doing more of the visiting and wanted to surprise him. He wasn't home when we came and had to wait. Bored, I decided to look around and then encountered him in one of the hallways, he'd just returned and that was how he discovered I was his mate. “Now look, no one, not a soul must hear about this. No one must know I got mated to a worthless thing like you. Is that clear?”

My mother stood there, eyes blazing with hatred and rage. “How could you do this to your sister? It’s not her fault you couldn’t get a mate after four rejections. But stealing your sister’s mate? You crossed the line, Helen!” my mother shrieked, pointing at me. I couldn’t understand. It felt like I was hallucinating. “Mama, what’s going on? You told me to take Helen’s place because she disappeared I…I…” Another slap cut my words short. My lips trembled, but no sound came out. Everything felt like a cruel game. What was happening?

“We're looking for someone. A girl.” “Let me handle this please.” Matteo was quick to jump in. He was better off with things like these and we both knew it. If I stepped in, it would definitely end with more dead bodies than he would like. With a reassuring smile in the woman's direction, he added. “Please ignore him, he's feeling rather cranky today.” Her eyes still showed fear, but she nodded anyway. “You see, we lost our sister a couple of years back.” Matteo started. “We searched high and low, but we never found her, until now. We got information that she just might be here.”

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.

But with the Mate Separation Agreement prepared and my resolve hardening, something in me refused to bend. "Sorry, Sister Tiffany, I'm not available tomorrow," I said firmly, meeting her cold gaze. Her eyes widened slightly. I had never refused her before. Before she could argue, a cluster of alumni approached us. Their expensive attire and confident bearing marked them as influential pack members. "Madam Silver, may I ask who this is?" one of them addressed Tiffany respectfully. "A friend," Tiffany replied curtly, not bothering to introduce me properly as her brother's mate and Luna. The group glanced at me—some perhaps noting my quiet elegance even in simple attire—before clustering around

A pull towards my mate. My brother.I finished the story that took place within a week and a couple days, shocking Jasmine and Tate."That's a strange story." She laughed."It's funny, because we aren't brother and sister." I added, making sure she wouldn't despise us for being "brother and sister."I trailed my hand up Asher's forearm loving the Sparks that danced along our skin as I did so.

Six months later, I had cut them off. Completely. I left them to rot in their own private hell. It was the only gift they deserved. Marcus's final report was brief: Leo was on the run from a rival gang after a drug deal gone bad. Rico was hit by a car while fleeing and now has a broken spine. My mother was arrested for possession. As for Bella, she disappeared during a gang fight. "Ma'am," Marcus said, closing the folder. "Should we continue to monitor the situation?"

At that moment, I felt so relieved, and all I could think was that I couldn’t let Rosentine slip away, or else I’d regret it forever. “I know it’s weird, being intimate with me, since my mate is your sister. And honestly? I don’t even know how you got the idea she liked me. But I swear, she doesn’t. She never did,” I said, voice raw with honesty, somehow desperate for her to know that there wasn’t something romantic between me and her sister. “You see, when Ara—I mean Rosalia came of age and found out I was her mate, she rejected me immediately,” I admitted, which made Rosentine’s eyes widen in surprise. “So, her liking me is just impossible.”

I waited. "I have been thinking about what it means," she said, "to have had you here." She said it carefully, with the specific, unhurried attention she gave to things that required the full weight of the words rather than the quick, bright delivery she gave to most things. "Not for the pack or the territory or any of the external things. For me." She paused. "You came here and the pack had a silver wolf. Ethan had a mate. I had." She stopped. Looked at the window. "I had a sister," she said. "The kind you chose rather than the kind that arrives. And I want you to know that before tomorrow, while it is just us standing at this window, because tomorrow there will be the ceremony and the pack

I snapped, glaring at all of them at once. This was ridiculous. My cheek was throbbing hard again, and whatever parts of the bruise had healed were definitely no longer so. Even though it shouldn't have excited me, I was glad, since that meant I had more time before Matthias decided I was appealing enough to screw. "Stop making excuses and trying to lie your way out of this." She turned to her brother. "You're not actually planning on taking the side of a whore you plan to screw and discard over your own sister? It's not about the shoes...she stole from me."