Sacrificed To My Sister's Mate Novels & Stories

“Would you choose her child instead of ours?” His eyes flashed with anger. “Goddess, Olivia. Do you hear yourself?! My brother sacrificed his life for me. Have you seen Vivian and how miserable she is right now? My brother was her fated mate. If my brother hadn’t saved me, it would have been you in her place!” My eyes glistened. He had never been this cruel with me before, he had never yelled at me, much less for another woman. He softened and put his hands on my shoulders looking affectionately at me, but his words were poison.

Death is natural. As my scream stops, my mind takes in the view in front of me as I pass out. His gone. My soul mate. My everything. He died saving his brother. As he always had. He'd made that final sacrifice for his brother, taking my heart with him.

"I've done what you asked." My mother smiled, a slow, triumphant curl of her lips. "That was easy. Too easy. I expected more of a fight." "I'm not here to fight you," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "I'm here to save my sister." "How noble." She stepped closer, the knife still pressed against Sarah's throat. "But nobility doesn't win wars, Hazel. Sacrifice doesn't save anyone. It just leaves you broken and alone."

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.

Just before our mating ceremony, my fated mate, Keane Blackwood, told me out of nowhere that he had to mark his widowed sister-in-law, Elara, first. He needed a pureblood heir. And I was a half-blood werewolf. "Talise, Elara is the best choice. Don't worry. This is purely political. You're the only one I love. "It's only for a year. Wait for me." His warm palm cupped my cheek, and he looked at me with the same love I'd always seen in his eyes. I believed him. But the very next day, news broke that Elara was pregnant. Three months along. They'd been sneaking around behind my back for a long time. "Why did you hide it from me?" I ran to confront him, my eyes red and my lips trembling. "It's al

*** Dawn arrived with the cold, gray light of early morning creeping through the windows. The chambers were carved from ancient stone. High arched ceilings echoed with the faint murmurs of the pack elders gathered around the semi-circular dais. At the center sat Alpha Silas, Caleb's father, looking tired and stern. Beside him stood Elder Lucian, his face settled into a triumphant, predatory sneer. Standing near the public gallery was my sister Beatrice. Her arms were crossed over her jacket, her eyes flashing with cruel delight as Caleb and I walked down the aisle.

As much as I wanted to get rid of him, I could not bear the guilt of killing my mate’s most treasured creature in the world. I might be her mate, have been hers, but I fall a step behind to this friend of hers who sacrificed his own mate for her. He was far more worthy of her than me. I let go of the fish, together with my hope of earning back my mate’s trust and affection.

The smile didn’t reach her eyes. My wolf growled low within me. She could feel something was wrong too. Maybe I went too far. Maybe this was too much, too soon. When Kim was out of earshot, my mother dropped the smile. Her expression was now serious as she glared at me. "Ten years ago, your sister lost her wolf because of you," my mother declared, her tone as icy as her eyes. "Today is the day you pay for what you did to your sister.” I swallowed hard, scared to ask what she meant. I finally found my voice. “What do you mean?”

The artificial king was dead, dismantled from the inside out. The silence in the grand chamber was absolute. I sat on the floor, staring down at the empty vessel, my chest heaving with exhaustion and profound grief. We had won. The weapon was destroyed. But my sister was truly gone. She had sacrificed the last remaining fragment of her spirit to bring the nightmare to an end.

he asked, not deciphering the meaning behind my words. “Who do you think would wish to be mates with you? You deserve to be mateless all your life! You are the person who sacrificed your mate before and harmed my sister. Do you think I would like to be mates with you, a treacherous villain?” I said, as my eyes gleamed darker, recalling what deeds he had done with them.