Sacrificed To My Sister's Mate Novels & Stories

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

“James! I found her!” Mia screamed and Marina gasped. “No, that’s impossible! She can’t survive! It’s not possible!” I turned to her, my eyes cold as ice. “I took you as my mate, and you betrayed me.” Her eyes met mine and she sneered. “I don’t regret it, you fucking coward.” I let out an angry sigh. “Go rot in hell with your sister.” Then I tore at her throat with my claw and watched her body shake as her blood seeped into the floor.

I sit down and lean forward putting my head in my hands. I cannot believe how sideways everything went. I lost my brother who came to help me save my mate. My mate is injured, her brother is injured and one of my closest friend’s mate is injured not to mention the warriors who were injured or lost their lives today to help get Maddie back. I knew nobody regretted helping us, but I was humbled at the generosity of everyone. And for the losses. I would personally go and thank those injured or the families of the fallen for their sacrifices.

or should I say ex-mate? She was staring hard at my battered form, but not even an ounce of worry flashed through her eyes, no guilt, no remorse, nothing. She didn't feel guilty for what she had obviously done, but even so, she could've faked it, she could've forced herself to show some sort of emotion. But she didn't...and I guess that was what it took for me to finally understand...I was betrayed by two persons in one day: my brother whom I trusted more than myself and my mate; whom I would die for any day. I clenched my fist and tore my gaze away from her, head lifting so I could stare at my brother with eyes that had now become golden due to rage. When he saw my eyes, I saw him waver for

Before I know it the words leave my mouth and I instantly regret them because it's impossible "Rosie.. as in Opals Rosie? As in my first mate's little sister, Rosie?" "Yes, that Rosie." No way, there's just no way! "So you're telling me that my second chance mate is the little sister of my first mate who died?" "It would appear so, brother." "Holy fuck!" He nods but doesn't say a word and while I struggle to form words I have plenty of them running riot in my head and questions, so many questions. "I don't understand how that's even possible. She's dead... she died the same day as Opal. We searched the lands. There wasn't anyone alive, no one. We searched, Nick we searched."

I continued to read since there was zero chance I would burn this letter. When I told you that I rejected you as my mate, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. It may be hard to believe but it is true. I rejected you so that you won’t feel guilty about taking another man as your Chosen Mate. It does and could happen. My sister is one living example. She married someone who isn’t her Fated Mate and she’s still happy until this very day (I am very positive she is or else I’ll come knocking on her husband’s door).

He was my best friend and as long as he stayed my Beta, I had not qualms about him going on expeditions. I, however, had no mate. More than that, I couldn’t mark anyone and no one could mark me. These Alpha’s, throwing their daughters or there Beta’s daughters at me like I was just not wanting a mate. That was never it. Ever since I was younger, I dreamed of a mate. Someone I could love and hold dear. After losing my sister, a hole in my heart opened. I felt like I failed her, failed to protect her. Nate and I watched as they took her. We had lost the fight and in losing, we lost her. I was twelve, he was ten, and she was eight.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

Raw shock paralyzed me, freezing every muscle as this cruel joke hit me square in the chest. My mate—the one person the universe crafted to love me right—was none other than my husband’s brother. Could I be any more of a walking disaster? My mate's dark, intense eyes traced every inch of me, and I felt completely naked, as though he could see straight into my soul. This bond would be the death of me. Byron already hated me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, adding this bond with his brother would be a nightmare.

He stepped closer to me, his face morphed into a look that looked like he wanted me to run or something. “Leo, leo,” I said in a sing song manner, my lips curved into a smile that looked nowhere near real. “You didn’t possibly expect someone without eyesight to cheat on you.” I stood up at that, looking straight into his eyes as I said the next few words. “Or rather, let me rephrase that…” I trailed off and the tension in the room rose even more. “You don’t expect someone — your mate— who you took away her corneas and gave them to your girlfriend who’s her sister…” I stopped talking to take a better look at his awestruck face.