Sacrificed To My Sister's Mate Novels & Stories

“Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.” I hesitate, I realise he doesn’t know who I am. “I’m ever so sorry to disagree, but she is my mate. I’ve been signing a treaty with your father… after what my father did to her,” I say carefully, trying to portray I am not my father. “You,” he spits, taking a step towards me, “You destroyed her, how dare you claim to be her mate! Your father orchestrated the whole thing!” He takes another menacing step towards me.

She had given the others a run down of what had happened in a low tone, allowing my mate the space to tell me herslef what had upset her. "My brother." She whimpered forcing the words out. "they sacrificed him, his blood drained into a black dish like he was nothing." My eyes snapped to Sage as she stared back and I knew just by her look that my mate was not mistaken. I noticed the ashen appearance on her face, the trauma etched betneath her calm surface was so evident. So was also disturbed by what she had witnessed and was fighting hard to keep her composure to the time sensative infomation she now had.

"Sinclair is like my fucking brother. I WILL NOT do this with you." I chuckle, snatching my hand back from him. "Let me ask you this. If your brother had been in the same situation as you were in, would he touch your mate? Can you vouch for him?" No answer. A sob escapes my lips, followed by hysterical laughter. Unbelievable. This despicable man is who I have been gifted with by the Goddess, and all of his friends know it. Even Dane, so why try to shield this ship that's already been wrecked?

I tiptoed quietly, searching for the room I’d been given, but after several wrong turns, I crashed into a hard body. A soldier. His sharp eyes pinned me down. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low, edged with dominance. My throat tightened. Who was I, really? “I… I’m Damien’s brother’s mate,” I stammered. The words tasted like poison on my tongue. Even after everything Lucas did to me, I still called him mate. The thought made my skin crawl. The only thing I wanted was to dig my claws into him, to shred him for what he had done. But I couldn’t. My wolf was gone. I had nothing left.

"your mate has been dead long ago, why don't you try begging the moon goddess to mate you once again. You know it's difficult to live alone" Lara, a member of the rogue pack and his best friend suggested him. Marcellus looked at her and then sighed. No one will ever understand the pain of losing a mate until one experiences. She was her first love and he lost her in a battle with Picaro pack. They were vicious alphas and betas, a pack of werewolves whom he hated most. And yet they killed a Lycans mate.

The Elders who had supported Ethan were on their feet, their respect turning to horror. "Is that… forbidden bloodletting? Forcing it from a Fated Mate?" "Look at all that blood… did she miscarry?" "Goddess… Ethan sacrificed his own mate and heir for a murderer?" Accusations flew from every direction. Ethan stood in the center of the storm, his body trembling with rage. "I was forced by your Alpha Command!" I said, my voice cutting through his excuses as I stalked toward him. "You. You killed your own child."

"I don't want you seeing this." I roll my eyes at him, "there is not a thing they've done to you that they have not done to me. I'm coming with you not to bathe in the glory of their murder, but to look at them in their final moments and see exactly what kind of men they are." My mate takes in my words. "Let her go, Alpha Hughes. If my sister is only one thing, it's forgiving." Isaac speaks up. I toss him a thankful smile. Jack doesn't acknowledge my brother's two cents.

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

“We followed your trail down to the Mid Forest and saw you slumped down with an enforcer over you. We killed and got you out just in time, but your pup died.” The mention of the enforcer brought back the scent of Zach's betrayal, and the brutal reality of my torn womb hit me like a silver blade. A scoff ripped through me as I heard that I lost my pup, I don't blame the pup, I would have gone if I was dragged through the woods like that. My wolf howled a silent, mourning cry, her spirit shattered by the loss of the tiny life we were supposed to protect. Seeing that I wouldn't say anything further apart from a scoff, he did something with his head, and the one called Marcus came forward with a

The wine glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack, blood dripping down his fingers. The banquet that night transformed into a reunion celebration, and it ended with the Alpha King announcing my mating ceremony with Marcus. However, the night before the ceremony, Jeremy kidnapped me.