Sacrificed To My Sister's Mate Novels & Stories

My first mate that had died didn't deserve to and even so was his sister. I felt more sleepy for her but there was nothing I could do. I kept asking myself if I would have been able to do something if they suddenly came back to life?. Could I sacrifice my happiness and have her mated to someone I don't like and know nothing about? Can I really do that?. Can I give up myself for the peace of everyone...for everyone's sake?. I used to think about it all the time when that happened, but there was no answer. I can still recall how my mate's younger sister has begged me to reconsider, but I was adamant and strong headed as ever.

Surely she wouldn’t take advantage of her sister in such situation, would she? My mind registered a flicker of relief when I saw her pulling Audrey up, her face a mask of worry. She was leading my mate away from the chaos. I tried to call out to them, to thank her, but no words came. My body felt heavy. I saw Marvin looking down at me, a look of victory on his face. He said something, but I couldn't hear it over the roar of the fire in my ears and the growing darkness in my mind. Then he dealt me another blow.

"If five million is not enough to quench your greed, name your price." I never imagined this cliché scenario would play out in real life, between me and the sister who stole my throne. Even though Idris has burned his mark into my lips and stirred something ancient within my marrow, he remains a male tainted by her filth. I would rather cut off my own hand than offer him my heart. The trauma of five years ago has burned away my capacity for soft, romantic delusions. "Does the offer sound inadequate to your ears?" she prods, her voice dripping with impatience.

"You should be thanking us, you little bitch. A lowly Omega from the human world gets to sacrifice herself for the entire Gray Moon Pack. It's the greatest honor of your life." Honor? These bastards… Oh, no. Wait. The pain from the poison had distracted me. It was only now sinking in. They were sending me to the Alpha King? Wait. The Alpha King? That's Roric. My sister's mate. The man who was like a brother to me. "Put her in the silver-weave sack," Blake ordered his father. "We can't have her making trouble on the way. Roric's guards are not to be messed with."

The reminder of her sudden departure from Moon Valley was putting a bitter taste in my mouth. “When I found out that you are the mate I was dreaming of, I was shocked. I didn’t ask for a strong or popular mate. I couldn’t care less about whether he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth or a lowly slave. I was ready to give him not only my heart but my soul as well. And yet, my dreams were shattered when the man I was ready to give up my life for, chose to be with my stronger and prettier older sister.”

Except for one time before and this time. A long time ago, he told me that if he dies, we all must not die with him. He said he would have to do something, sacrifice something that he holds dear to his heart. That time, he went ahead and offered his precious little sister to an enemy King. Everyone saw his action. How could a brother just trade his sister like this? He was criticized for a long time by Striker, Nora, and Amelia, and that also drove a permanent wedge between him and his sister.

When my sister, Vesper Rowe, begged us for help, my mate, Alpha Sterling Blackwood, and I traveled for three days and nights to reach the neighboring Cloudwolf Pack. Vesper's in-laws made her life as hard as they could. I out-argued every wolf in the room, and Sterling backed me up with brute strength. Once her mate bond was finally severed, a smile finally appeared on Vesper's haggard face. "Moon Goddess bless you both. Don't ever split up, okay? Otherwise, I won't know whose house to go to anymore." Sterling ruffled her hair, then looked at me with open affection. "Don't worry about us. The Moon Goddess chose Livia and me as the most compatible mates in the entire werewolf world. Everyone

The smell of burning flesh filled the air. At the same time, the pain in my chest grew sharper. The mate bond was breaking, thread by thread. A second brand. A third. Each searing burn was met with a louder cheer from outside. They were celebrating a new bond while I was here, being marked as a traitor. "Mark her! Mark her! Mark her!" The chant grew louder. It was time. Silas was about to mark Ravenna. Just as the iron came down for the fourth time, a violent, ripping pain exploded in my chest. My wolf let out a choked, desperate howl of pure agony.

My mate whose name i still don’t know. My mate who I’ve only seen one and now sent into heat. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to sacrifice our mate for this?” I had cut off the mind block unconsciously. “I don’t care what it is you’re doing but it shouldn’t affect our mate. You might not be looking forward to having our mate in our lives but I have. I’ve looked forward till the day she joins us and becomes our mate. Now that we’ve finally found her you plan on making her a sacrificial lamb just for what?”

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th