Mate to the King

“How could you do this to me?” My voice trembled, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was less than an hour before my birthday party was supposed to start, and my sister Susan had slept with my boyfriend Jack, who had been in love with me for three years!

Jack slipped out of bed naked and looked at me with an unhappy face. Obviously, my sudden appearance had ruined his good thing. He pulled me into the room without saying a word and slammed the door.

My sister Susan covered her upper body with a sheet, her long hair scattering on her snow-white shoulders. She kept her head down the whole time, her eyes only focusing on the sheets clutched by her hands in front of her. I felt an angry flame burning in my eyes. Why hadn’t she thought to get dressed immediately?

Susan was a child adopted by my parents. My father had brought her back to our home when I was seven years old. On that day, she was only wearing an ordinary little floral dress, and she didn’t even have a decent suitcase. My father carried a black cloth bag in one hand, which contained only two sets of old clothes. That was all Susan had.

She was thin and timid. When Susan first set foot in the house, she stole a glance at all the furnishings with curious and envious eyes. My mother looked at her coldly, as if she was a stray puppy picked up from the roadside.

“Susan will stay with us from now on!” my father had said to me.

I hugged, bathed, and slept with her. I shared everything I had with her, and I even thought that she was my only friend in this world. She took care of me like my own sister. As far as I could remember, she had never argued with me about anything.

“I hate you, Susan!” I stood in front of her, tears flowing into my mouth. The feeling of extreme heartache almost suffocated me. I wished that the person sitting on the bed in front of me was not Susan but someone else. At least I could hate strangers and even beat them up. But I felt desperate and heartbroken about the betrayal of my loved ones!

“Emily, it’s not Susan’s fault!” Jack stood in front of me, and there was still a little thin sweat on his chest hair. He frowned at me, and there was no guilt in his eyes.

“Susan is my mate! We only found each other last month!” Jack sighed. “I’m sorry, I meant to tell you this earlier, but Susan was afraid that you would be sad, so she kept it hidden!”

“Then I should thank you, right?” I stared at Jack, the man I had once deeply loved, and I remembered his promise to me under the moon.

“You once told me that you would choose me as your future wife even if your destined mate was not me, didn’t you?” I said tearfully. “So, were those words lies?”