Sacrificed To My Sister's Mate の小説・ストーリー

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.

Everyone in the North knew I was Damian Holt's true fated mate. But I was never his first choice. Seven years ago, he returned after winning the war. In front of the whole pack, he took my sister's hand and announced that she would be his chosen mate. But on the day of the ceremony, the fated bond between us suddenly awakened. A werewolf's instincts don't lie. Everyone knew I was the one truly bound to him. Damian didn't reject me. But he didn't let go of my sister either. From then on, my sister was his publicly acknowledged mate. She had his children and the respect of the whole pack. All I had was a title everyone envied: "fated mate." Damian indulged me from time to time. When I charged

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

“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.

"I'm sorry Alpha Marcus, I never knew you were the one behind the order." "Why the hell are you pleading with this evil man here? He is taking father away from us and all you can do is kneel down there and apologize to him?" Susan yelled in anger, surprised by the sudden way her sister whom she expected to be mean and hard going on the Alpha, turned out to be all soft and even apologized to him. For what reason exactly?

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."

“Just say something real. Something that’s yours. That you know.” He was quiet for a beat. Then, “My sister used to braid my hair when we were kids, but I cut it off so she couldn’t anymore. Said it was because I wanted to look like a warrior. Really, I just hated how much it reminded me I couldn’t protect her.” I looked at him. “She’s gone?” He nodded. “Long gone. Burned in the first sweep of the ash plagues.” “Thank you,” I whispered. “Your turn,” he said.

"No! You need to hear this! Sarah came back because she wanted your power. The same power Isabella helped you gain! And you were so busy playing happy family with your traitor sister that you let your true mate die alone!" Alexander broke down completely, clutching my body. "I can't let her go," he whispered. "If I let her go, it means..." "It means you have to face what you did," Victoria's voice was ice cold. "How you chose Sarah over your mate. How you ignored Emma's warnings. How you blocked your mate bond when Isabella needed you most." "And for what? For Sarah? The woman who planned to replace your mate? The woman who watched Isabella suffer for months and said nothing?"

It was a woman, not some woman but my older sister whom everyone considered dead two years ago. “Amelia?” I gasped. My sister, his fated mate and true love was back!

What have I done? “Venus. I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean much right now, but…” I trailed off with regret tying me up. A spasm of pain flashed across Venus’ face. Her swollen, bloodshot eyes brimmed with more tears, and she let out a sad, scornful laugh. “Ta-ha.” The depth of her cries reached my soul. There were no words to express how that gutted me. I killed my sister's mate. I ran a hand through my hair. Oh fuck.