My Adopted Sister is my Mate

"And the night we met again," I whisper, "my wolf recognized you." Silence. "Recognized me how?" she asks carefully. My chest burns even as my pulse thunders in my ears. "As my mate." The word falls between us like shattered glass. Avara laughs. "That's not funny." "I know." "You're my brother." "I know." I find myself inching closer... closer. "Thats impossible. This is sick." "I know," I say again, voice breaking now. "I fought it. Gods, I fought it. I tried to convince myself my instincts were wrong, that my wolf was broken, that I was losing my mind." Her hands shake. "Stop." "I can't," I say hoarsely. "Because every second I'm near you, it gets worse. Because my wolf wants to kneel at your feet and tear the world apart to protect you." ................................. Fifteen years after vanishing from the Silvermoon pack, Kaeden Vane returns, older, lethal, and right on time at thirty-three, the age decreed by the Moon Goddess for succession, having spent years years amassing forbidden knowledge, mastering dangerous magic, and preparing to destroy his father, the man who murdered his mother in a bid for godhood. His return reunites him with Avara Vane, his seemingly fragile, human adopted sister that Silas, their father, adopted as an 'act of mercy'. She is a Nyxarel, whose parents were slaughtered by the man she calls father and who has been conveniently placed and subdued by his father, until it is the right time to use her blood to attain immortality. And one touch is all it takes for Kaeden's wolf to recognize her as his mate, an impossible, unforgivable bond...

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SILAS

Fuck.

I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, watching the moonlight, my wolf, Alaric, howling, desperate to break out, run, kill, hunt, anything to deal with the deep anger brewing inside of us.

Kaeden, that idiot son of mine, is back.

The boy I had spent years trying to break and mold into my malleable weapon, and who decided to turn his back on me and run away 15 years ago, leaving me with nothing but a miserable note informing me that he was going away, and that he was not coming back anytime soon, has decided to spring back with eyes hungry for a throne he does not deserve.

At age 33, the perfect age to ascend to the throne.

And the idiot thinks that I will give it to him as I should. As I am expected to.

Well, it has been a long time since I did anything that anyone expected me to do. And I am not about to change. Especially given my plans to rule forever.

When Kaeden left, I must admit that I felt hurt at first, well, to be honest, very disrespected by his decision. So disrespected, that I judged his decision and decided that he deserved death. In fact, I embraced the thought of his death, wondered why I had not thought of it before he gave me a reason to. With him gone, I would have no resistance. Any other person daring to go up would only be allowed to ascend the throne on the basis of my benevolence, one that I was not willing to give.

So, whilst I maintained the image of the benevolent widower, the lonely, perfect Alpha whose selfish son decided to abandon regardless of his having lost his wife only two years prior, I secretly sent several assassins after him over the course of at least 10 years.

None returned. Which meant that he had either killed them, or they had failed to locate him and feared my anger.

I was tempted to go on my own several times, but I did have an image to maintain.

Eventually, I gave up, assumed him dead, decided that I was losing too many men in the pursuit for him.

And now he has returned.

I really shouldn't be as worried as I am. Most of the pack despise him, despise his decision to leave, view it as treason. It would be difficult for him to get the pack on his side.

But...

When he came close to me as we met, he towered over me. His face, hands, hard eyes, all indicated that he had gone through a very harsh life and had emerged stronger for it. Much stronger. And with his mother's blood running through his veins...

Damn it. Why did I never consider that he might be back just in time to take the throne? Why did I waste time dillydallying in amassing wealth instead of pursuing the true thing that would guarantee my everlasting power?

Immortality.

I down the glass of scotch in my hands and close my eyes. I was going to wait, to take my time to get the conduit ready so as to set the course of my attaining immortality gradually and carefully. But time is no longer on my side. So, I have to begin.

Avara.

My harvest that I have been painstakingly and patiently watering, waiting to bloom.

Why the heavens had decided to make a squeamish, stupid, fragile little girl a Nyxarel, I might never be able to guess. But she is. And for that she holds the most powerful key towards my immortality.

It is time she begins paying her debt for my years of benevolence.

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9.5

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9.5

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9.7

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9.7

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9.5

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9.5

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Action Fantasy Modern Mystery Romance Werewolf

7.8

My Sister Is the Bride at My Wedding

7.8

On her wedding day, the lead of My Sister Is the Bride at My Wedding suffers a shocking betrayal. Her parents and fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell, demand she let her terminally ill sister take her place at the altar. When she refuses to comply, her family ties her up and abandons her to attend the ceremony. In their absence, a violent intruder breaks in and murders her. By the time they finally return to check on her, they discover nothing but her rotting corpse in this dark mystery story.

Fantasy Horror Modern Mystery Romance

7.1

Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

7.1

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

Action Billionaire Fantasy

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