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 8
KAEDEN
Avara is leaning against the doorframe, her expression unreadable. She isn't wearing the green silk gown from the banquet anymore. She is instead, in a thin, translucent nightgown that leaves very little to the imagination. Fenris lets out a low, predatory purr that vibrates in my chest.
"Looking for something, Kaeden?" she repeats, her voice dripping with disdain.
Before she can notice, I quickly tuck the vial in my pockets.
"You were supposed to be with Silas." A stupid statement to make, I know, but my mind is blank of any other words to use to break the ice.
"Yes, I was. Luckily, he did not have very much to tell me, unlike what you might have expected."
"Well, then, I hope you have a good night's sleep."
I make a move to leave, but she stalks into the room, closing the distance until she is standing directly in my space. The scent of her, vanilla, wild berries, and storm clouds, hits me like a physical blow.
"What are you doing here, Kaeden?"
"Why would you want to know?"
She laughs, and I realize that this is the first time I have seen her laugh. And even though it's sardonic, there's something undeniably entrancing about the way her lips curve when she laughs.
"I don't know... I mean, it could be because you're in my room, in my quarters, invading my private space for the second time since you came back barely three days ago. What is it that you want? You think I have something of yours?"
"I see no reason to respond to you." My voice comes out harsher than I intend. "I am soon to be Alpha. This mansion belongs to me." I feel tempted to tell her, but I want to confirm my suspicions so that she has good reason to believe me.
She laughs again and my breath hitches. My goodness.
"To think I felt bad for you when father embarrassed you today at the banquet. But you know what? He had good reason to say every word that came out of his mouth. You might be in your thirties, but every indication of your actions reveal you to be an irresponsible, entitled brat."
I feel my chest tighten involuntarily with anger. "You know nothing of what I am."
"Oh really? Well, then, I can't be judged for making my deductions based on your actions. I mean, you abandoned your family for 15 years and barely three days after coming back, you've already started acting like you are entitled to so many things that you never bothered to work for."
Never bothered to work for? The hundreds of scars lining up my arms and back almost begin reverberating around me. Only if she knew, only if she fucking knew just how hard I have worked over the years.
"Again, I am not obligated to respond to you."
She yawns. "If you are going to be a constant visitor every night, brother, you might as well bring a snack once in a while. And just so you know, I'm not a fool to just think that you have been coming here just to look around and touch things. I know you have an agenda. I don't know what it might be, but I know that it has something to do with your knowledge that father doesn't find you worthy of the throne and will not willingly give power to you. Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but you will find nothing to help you in this imminent war against father here. I am just a pawn in this pack."
"Only a pawn?" I almost laugh.
"Yes, so I would appreciate if..."
I notice that her bright green eyes have moved to my right pocket and I look down to realise that in my haste, I did not properly conceal the vial.
"Did you... did you take something of mine?"
Before I can react, she moves for my pockets and just before she can grab it, I catch her hand and raise it away from my pocket. She makes another attempt, this time, pressing her body against mine in an attempt to reach for it.
The contact is electric. The world tilts, just like it did when we first touched. I can feel the heat of her skin through the thin silk, the frantic beat of her heart against my ribs. Her breath hitches, and for a second, the resentment in her eyes wavers.
I gently push her away, and find that I am panting from the brief encounter.
"That is nothing of yours."
"Then what the fuck is it?" She's panting too.
"I will be leaving now, Avara. Don't try to stop me again or I am afraid that I might get violent."
"You're a piece of shit, do you know that?" Even her glare is electrifying. At this point, I have to ensure that I never encounter her alone at night like this. Or worse, touch her.
"One day, you'll thank me."
I don't wait for her reply. I vault over the balcony, disappearing into the shadows of the ancient oaks before I do something we'll both regret.
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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!"