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."
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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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Chapter 6
SILAS
"Julius informed me that you collapsed last night."
I bear it in mind to carefully study my little harvest as I speak, catching every hint of her body language to ensure that I am consistently in control in this delicate conversation that we are about to have.
She forces a fake bout of laugher. I have known for quite some time that she has resented the fact that Julius has acted like a hawk over her life, constantly questioning her and returning to me. I also know that she has chosen to be quiet about the situation because I have carefully trained her to believe that she owes a debt to the park, to me. I don't even think she has gotten to develop love for the young man for the past two years that they have been together. But I know that she will not leave him until her dying days because she believes it to be her duty.
Well, luckily for her, her dying days are fast approaching.
"He told me that he thinks you have not been consistent with your medication."
"I have, father. What happened last night..."
"Was as a result of some other reason other than your failure to follow instructions? Your insistence of placing me with the burden of having to deal with episodes of the likes you used to have as a child?"
"No, father. Gosh, no. I hate what used to happen to me as a child and I am most abundantly grateful for the medication. I take it religiously every night."
"So what happened?"
She hesitates. "I.. I touched my necklace. The one I came here with. And then, I blanked out."
The necklace? No, it is powerless, I made sure of that before letting her come with it here as a performance of empathy. She touched it and fainted?
"What a ridiculous story."
"Believe me, father. It's real."
It will need to be investigated into, then.
"And where is this necklace?"
"I didn't pick it up for fear but I am certain that it has been placed on the shelves by the maids, and since there was no call for alarm, without the same episode as I had."
Hmmm. My mind is racing. Could that, could that possibly be a tool? Something that could help? Or a hindrance, perhaps?
"Well, I will have the necklace examined to find out the truth of your words. But for now, I have a theory of my own. My theory is that you are growing older, growing different."
"Different?"
I edge closer. "Yes, different. More sensitive. More affected by the park, our powers."
She frowns. "And that is bad?"
"I believe so. Or well, it can be. If left unmanaged. I believe that to truly cure you of these maladies, permanently, we may need to take more stringent measures."
I realize at this point that I need to put on the performance of sympathy and care. So, I let my expression constrict to something warm and fatherly and place a hand over hers.
"More stringent measures, father?"
"Yes. Something to give you a permanent cure. No one should be hooked on medication for the rest of her life and certainly not my daughter. So, I have been in consultation with a lot of... doctors, spell makers, the likes, searching for a cure for you. And I am glad to announce to you that I think I may have found one."
There's disbelief across her face, a result of the years of dependency on medication.
"You've always trusted me, haven't you?"
The brief moment of hesitation before her nod angers me terribly, but I withhold myself from harming her for her brief display of ingratitude and disloyalty. She is needed, after all.
"Scyla. Come in."
I have done a wonderful job of dressing the Lamashtu demon as a respectable person with the knowledge of medication and a bit of the mythical scientific arts. She looks almost believable.
"This is Dr. Scyla. She will be in charge of taking you through the process of purification and empowerment."
"What, father? I thought that I will simply be receiving some more medication, stronger ones."
I laugh. The silly fool.
"Medication? Of course not. What has availed you is stronger than what simple medication can handle, my dear daughter. Medication can only subdue the symptoms, never cure the cause. For your treatment, you will be empowered with enough magick to enable your body to completely expel the negative effects of your powerlessness in the midst of the supernatural."
"I will be made a magical creature?" She perks up.
"I mean, you may gain some powers on the path to your cure, I guess. But the ultimate aim is your freedom from the torments and the faintings and the nightmares and all that you have had to suffer due to your deficiency as a human."
"Okay, father." The excitement underlying her tone makes me want to burst into further laugher. "What do I have to do?"
"You would need to go through a series of... let's call them rituals."
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
7.9
He is cursed. She is a slave.
Their forbidden bond will either save their world or set it ablaze.
Caeser Varyn, the formidable Alpha King, is a figure of fear, his very blood tainted by a curse that has claimed every mate the Moon Goddess has given him. His existence is a lonely burden of twisted power, until a single, accidental touch changes everything.
Ava is a ghost in the royal palace-an unseen slave girl with a quiet grace and a hidden power. When the Moon Goddess's mating mark appears on her wrist, Caeser shatters ancient laws and claims her as his own.
Their forbidden union ignites a firestorm, forcing them to flee the burning palace and the outrage of the pack.
Turned out she's gifted by the Moon Goddess and to survive, Ava must master the power she never knew she possessed, expose the traitors who surround them, and find a way to break the ancestral curse.
If she fails, her love will be consumed, and their world will fall to the dark power of a corrupted god.
9.3
"Food made by a person I don't like is naturally detestable,"
Lily didn't expect these hurtful words to come from him-her husband of almost two years- Roberto Whitlock.
She had married him out of love, even though their marriage was a transaction between two families.
She thought she could change him, but it turned out it was just her fantasy.
And he soon brought her to the reality of their marriage which had been hanging by a thin, strained thread this whole time.
"Sign it... My heart can never beat for you in this lifetime,"
After she signed the divorce papers, she made him stand at the back of long line of suitors.
7.4
Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky.
But I know what I am.
My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died.
My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day.
On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes.
The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate.
Which happens to be me.
I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!"
I thought my problems were over then.
But it was only the beginning.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
7.7
Chelsey loved Brett for seven years and tried everything for a baby-doctors, IVF, surgeries. Then she found out he'd been dosing her food with contraceptives.
She woke back at the fire years earlier and watched Brett carry another woman out, leaving Chelsey to choke in smoke. She realized he'd been reborn too-and picked his "true love."
Chelsey walked away and married Julian, her friend's cousin and the hot firefighter who saved her; he gave her all his money the day they married.
Brett scoffed... until Chelsey shone at an AI summit and Julian's real identity shocked him.
Seeing her with twins and another baby coming, Brett begged, "Come back to me! Please!"