
My Brother's Fiancée is My Mate
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One message changed everything: "The Alpha is coming for you."
Elara Vance spent her life sacrificed for her family, nursing her dying mother in the shadows of a pack that forgot them. When she's sold to the lethal Alpha Silas Vane to pay a debt, she expects a life of servitude. She doesn't expect the soul-searing heat of the Mate Bond the moment they meet.
But fates have a cruel sense of humor.
A devastating mistake in the marriage contract is revealed. Elara isn't the Alpha's bride. Her sister is. And Elara's been promised to the Alpha's sadistic younger brother.
Bound by blood, separated by law, and hunted by a bond that refuses to be ignored, Elara must decide either to follow the rules of the pack or burn it all down to claim the man who was always meant to be hers?
My Brother's Fiancée is My Mate Chapter 1
Elara POV
"The Alpha is coming for you. Be ready by first light."
My hands vibrated violently that I nearly dropped my phone on the ground. The message stared at me like if it was a death sentence.
"No, this can't be happening."
I read it again. And again. Each time, the words stayed the same like if it was mocking me.
"Elara?" My weak mother's voice drifted from the bed, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
She tried to push herself up, but the effort cost her. Her arms tremble and her breathing because shallow. Three months ago, she could walk to the market. Now, she could barely lift her head and I was the only one here to help her.
"You sold me," I said, "You actually did it. You sold me to some Alpha like if I'm nothing."
"Elara, please let me explain"
"Explain what?" I asked," That you sold away your daughter to someone I've never even met? What could you possibly say that would make this okay?"
Tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Your father, before he died made an arrangement in order to pay off his debt," she said.
"Dad's been dead for three years and you never thought to mention that he promised me to some stranger?"
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," She dissolved into coughing, "We needed the medicine. The pack council said if I signed the papers, they'd provide the medicine."
"You needed medicine because you gave everything we had to Elena!" The words exploded out of me. "Your precious firstborn, who left the second things got hard. Who sends a check once a month like that makes up for anything."
"Don't talk about your sister that way."
"Why not? She's not here, is she? Where is Elena right now, Mom? In her nice apartment working her nice job, while I'm here watching you die slowly."
The second the words left my mouth, I wanted them back but I couldn't reverse it.
My mother turned her face away. "I never wanted this for you."
"But you did it anyway," I sank onto the edge of her bed, suddenly exhausted, "Who is he? This Alpha?"
"Silas Vane. The Alpha of Black Ridge Pack."
I had heard of Black Ridge before. It was one of the oldest and most powerful packs in the northern territories.
"How long have you known about this?" I asked.
"Two months."
"You've known for two months that I was going to be shipped off and you said nothing?"
"I was trying to find another way. I contacted Elena, begged her to... "
"To what? Take my place? And let me guess, she said no."
My mother's silence was answer enough.
I stood there with my legs unsteady.
"When are they coming for me?"
"Today at first light," she said as she continued crying again.
I looked at the window. The sun was already painting the horizon pink and gold.
I called Elena three times before she picked up.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She said with irritation, "Some of us have jobs, Elara."
"Get to the house. Now."
"Excuse me?"
"Mom needs you." I said as I shoved my clothes into my backpack, not caring what I grabbed. The herbs I used to mask my scent went in carefully wrapped in cloth.
"I'm leaving."
"Leaving? Where are you going?"
"Apparently to become someone's bride.
"Did you know when mom called and begged you to take my place, did you know what she was asking?"
"I couldn't..."
"Save it. Just get here now. She can't be alone."
I hung up.
I tucked the small vial of herbs into my pocket, which was a insurance against anyone detecting what I really was and what I was always hiding.
The silver scent which was the mark of a Lunar Mate, the kind that only appeared once every few generations.
I had been masking it since my first shift at sixteen. My father had taught me how to do it and made me swear never to tell anyone. "It'll make you a pawn in games you can't win," he would always say.
Guess he made me a pawn anyway.
A knock at the door made my heart stop.
"Miss Vance?" A male voice spoke, deep and formal. "We're here on behalf of Alpha Silas."
I looked at my mother one last time. She managed to sit up fully.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
I didn't answer. If I opened my mouth, I'd either scream or sob.
I opened the door.
Three wolves stood on our porch, all radiating the kind of power that came from strong bloodlines.
The center one, was tall and with intelligent dark eyes stepped forward.
"Elara Vance?"
"That's me."
He studied me with an unreadable expression, "I'm Darius Kane, Beta of Black Ridge Pack. I'm here to escort you to your new home."
New home. As if I had any choice in the matter.
"Lead the way."
He didn't show surprised by my lack of resistance. He simply gestured to the black SUV that parked in our driveway.
I didn't look back as I walked toward it. I didn't let myself think about my mother alone in that bed, or Elena who probably wouldn't show up until noon.
The vehicle's leather seats were nicer than any furniture we had ever owned. I slid across them, tucking myself against the far window. Darius took the seat beside me, while the other two wolves climbed into the front.
"It's a four hour drive," Darius said as we pulled away, "If you need anything just let me know"
"The Alpha is he honorable? Because honorable men don't buy brides."
"It's complicated."
"I'm sure it is," I closed my eyes, "Wake me when we get there."
"Miss Vance..."
"It's Elara. And I don't want to talk about it."
Darius fell silent. The SUV's engine hummed as we left my pack's territory behind.
I should have been terrified or be planning escape routes but I just sat down there doing nothing.
Four hours until I met the man who'd bought me like property.
When I finally opened my eyes, the landscape had changed entirely.
"We're entering Black Ridge territory," Darius said quietly. "Another twenty minutes."
Through the window, I caught glimpses of wolves running parallel to the road. Probably they were patrol guard.
"What's he like?" The question slipped out.
"Alpha Silas is dedicated to his pack. He puts their needs above everything else."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one I can give," His dark eyes met mine, "You'll meet him soon enough."
The road curved, and suddenly we were passing through massive gates. Beyond them, the pack house rose from the forest.
It wasn't just big. It was a massive estate of stone and timber and it had tall windows that reflected the sun. I could see wolves moving around the grounds, training, talking and living their lives.
The SUV pulled up to a massive front entrance.
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My Brother's Fiancée is My Mate of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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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
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.

7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.

9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.

9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.

9.5
Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth.
"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.











