Romans & histoires My Sister Stole My Mate

Damn, why did that girl say that? Her younger sister is my mate. I hope she is the same age and not too young for me. I looked over towards my mate. Wow, she is beautiful. I was staring at her, and then I was like. "No, sir, she is not my mate," I said. Then I heard gasps around the room. Oh, shit, I better explain fast. "You took my daughter out in the woods to deflower her because she said that she was your mate," he says.

“I think I've met my mate.” “What?” Her eyes widened, and then a huge smile spread across her face. “Saya, are you serious?” I nodded, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. “I think so. My wolf… she told me he’s my mate.” Elara grabbed my hands and bounced excitedly on the spot.“Saya, this is huge! You have to tell me everything. Who is he? When did this happen?” I laughed nervously, trying to pry my hands from hers. “Please, don’t make it a big deal.”

Instead she looked prideful, non-challant and tired. “Why should we be the one to cover up? Why should we be the one being regarded like we are doing something wrong, like we are committing a crime when we aren’t.” She paused, heaving deeply.. ~~~~~~~~~ “We aren’t committing a crime here. We didn’t do anything we shouldn’t have. I am his mate and he is mine! Tell me why I am not the one bearing his mark? Tell me why I am not the one bearing the news of his pup and instead it’s her! That’ bitch is the one at fault. Why did she have to steal my mate from me? Why did she have to be so callous? Why does she have to be the good one and us? And me? I’ve loved and waited for Matthew all my life! I

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.

“I don’t know the full details yet. I only got a call from your assistant because I told him to call me if anything happens since you left me in charge and apparently, one of the pack members stole a mate and brought her back to the Crimson Moon and the bears traced her there and they got into a fight and took some of the other pack members mate as revenge,” Damien explained. The news was worse than I thought. Who steals mates? If someone is mated, the law is simple. You let them be unless their mate passed away or something happened that they can’t be together. Why would they steal someone’s mate and get the whole pack in trouble? “Which of the packs?” I asked. “Theo’s pack,” “Fuck!”

I'm all alone, and the rest of my family would be leaving soon. Maybe I really fucked up. Maybe I should have come with them instead. Anger and fear drum up in my throat like a second pulse. I want to tell the man to fuck off but I think of a better retaliation. "I will never give up my mate for you." "Really?" the stalker challenges me. "You really would stick to a man who has your sister's heart? My, my, princess. I did not think you to be this cruel."

I said under my breath, Silvio pulled me close and held me tight. “I'm not going to let him” he promised, he stroked my head and leaned into him. “Oh dear sister, it seems your time in Malta has fucked with your head, you have no idea the kind of shit you have just put yourself in. Mateo is a beast, a beast you will soon get to know, you think he is that asshole big brother we knew” she laughed again hysterically, her words frightened me. I glanced at Silvio, the look on his face had me worried, he was quiet and didn't counter her words, which got me more scared.

A boy who was my true mate! Do you know how difficult it was to find a second true mate after the first one publicly chose to be with your sister? Impossible…at least it was supposed to be until I met him. Ari was supposed to be my second chance. My anchor, my renewed energy to find a way to keep living life, he didn't even know my soiled past before making up his mind to run while he can. I guess I am scum all around, the worst of the worst! Maybe I was giving off a scent and he perceived it.

“That- that is my mate.” There! Saying it out loud finally put things on perspective. MY MATE! “Ew...” she said. “You guys are into some kinky shit? Is that what I just saw with those handcuffs?” she shook her head, her nose crunched, and she looked disgusted. I frowned at my sister. “Really, Amyra?” I shook my head, wondering why the f*ck her mind would immediately drift there. “That is not- we didn’t... shìt, it is complicated. For now, please promise me you will not tell mother.”

The rogue laughed frantically before saying, “You know the mate, In fact, you have a personal relationship with the mate.” “Don’t play games with me, get straight to the point and give me a name,” I said, boiling with anger He raised his head and looked me straight in the eyes, saying, “His mate is your sister, Emily.” “What? you liar!” I yelled angrily, rushing to grab his neck and choke him. He fought against my grip, struggling to breathe. Remembering our orders not to kill them, I released my hold and let him catch his breath. Between coughs, he managed to say, "If you don't believe me, ask your sister."