Stu Macher Sister Romane & Geschichten

To help Rex Blackwood claim the Alpha title, I was forced to keep our relationship secret. As his mate, I waited for seven years, finally seeing the day Rex became Alpha. Only then did he announce he would hold the mating ceremony for me. At the ceremony, bonfires blazed high and everyone howled in celebration, but my heart plummeted. Just as we were about to be bonded, his adopted sister, Lilia Voss, shifted into wolf form and lunged at us. With one swipe of her claws, she knocked over the sacred fire basin, shredded the ceremonial wreath, and clamped her teeth onto the hem of his coat, whimpering. "Rex, you promised you'd only ever protect me." Rex immediately pulled his hand back and stro

"You know, I would have been very confused and curious regarding the strong sentiments that you have regarding my treatment of your sister, a girl that you barely know, but I have a good feeling as to why.” Cold seeps into my bones. “Excuse me?” “Tell me, Kaeden... does the Moon Mother have a sense of humor, or is she simply as depraved as you are?" I freeze. The air in the room suddenly feels thin, devoid of oxygen. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I manage to say. "How does it feel, Kaeden? To look at the girl who calls you 'brother', and feel the heat of a mating bond? Is it a constant itch? A sickness in your gut?"

I said wanting to come out with everything. “He has my sister and that’s his leverage.” Thane went rigid. He disengaged from the embrace but his arms held me as he moved to an angle where our gaze could connect perfectly. “Wait. Your sister?” His voice dropped, all gravel and steel. I just nodded, my heart thumping way too loud. “Yeah. Maverick’s got her. He’s been using her to mess with me, like, blackmail central. He’ll do anything to get what he wants.”

Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest. “No one ever listened to me,” she said, quieter now, almost broken. “Not once.” And then the memories came back like a flood she could no longer hold back. Ten years ago. The Crimson Moon Festival. A night meant for celebration, for bonds, for fate to decide what hearts belonged together. She had been young then. Naive enough to believe she could still be seen. Still be wanted. Still matter. But Darius Blackthorne had never looked at her. He only looked at Selene.

“No matter how much it hurts, it can’t compare to the pain when you drove that knife into my heart.” Yuna’s eyes flew wide open, every hair on her body standing on end. “You… too…” Yuna’s leg was broken. She could barely walk, let alone perform as the lead. When my mom heard the news, she rushed over, absolutely furious. “Jana, are you trying to ruin your sister’s future?! “Do you even know one of the judges for this competition is a dance professor from Alderwick University? If they take a liking to your sister, your dad and I won’t have to worry about her grades anymore!”

I muttered and he nodded. There was a message on my desk from Enzo, my consigliere. The accounts were short again this month — significantly short. Someone was stealing from me. My fingers curled into a fist. Snap. I glanced down, surprised to see the broken pen. I tossed it on the desk and looked back at Marco. "What about the DeLuca girl?" I asked and he straightened. "The dead one or the sister?" he mumbled, my brows arching in disgruntled annoyance.

she says guiding them towards the stairs. “Did you see that flatscreen? I’d rather watch that,” says Maël. If he loves that, he’ll love the game consoles we have. “Is that all you ever think about?” Asks his sister disapprovingly as their voices drift off upstairs. Alaric walks over to me, “Thank you for doing this,” he says appreciatively. “Well, you’re going to return the favour, but just so you know, this doesn’t make us remotely even.”

As his family and relatives didn't know of his scandalous stunt, he was safe. He looked at his younger sister, Maham, today she was leaving them and going to her house. She looked different, in the red maxi that tails on the floor. She looked mature and bold. Traditional and beautiful. Today was the first time his sister looked beautiful to him as she usually looked like a baboon to him. No offense! "You look different today," Musa said smiling at her. Maham smiled at her brother and wore her gold bangles. "Really?" Musa smiled and nodded.

She squeezes my hand before letting it go. Despite how old the orphanage is, they’re good at keeping records and Sister Cecilia is so helpful and gave me the address. I look at the paper in my hand and smile winningly. Ha! This Stella McKaren lives in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, while my sister Stella lives in D.C. studying biotechnology and Global Health at Georgetown University. So there’s no way that they are the same person. * * *

Travis's POV: I watch my sister, cousins and her friend walk off after they beat up those sluts. The rest of her friends were still hanging out at the table when I noticed this cute blonde girl. I think her name is Maci. I've seen her before but I never thought of her that way until last year. I see her eyeing me up while talking with my cousin Ari. Sending her a wink I watch her get up and walk around to my side of the table. She stands behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders while whispering in my ear "did you see something you like muscles?" She asks me while biting my ear lobe "Damn woman I definitely saw something I like and have for awhile" I tell her while pulling her around