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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die

Chapter 5 Are You A Wolf's Mate

Word Count: 1470    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

rix Si

Before I left the medical room last night, Colton had to administer a shot to prevent any s

ugly swirl of purple and black colouring my cheeks and stretching to

be pristine in order to make the choice easier for werewolves. Reiterating the notion

le, making me appear sickly. Rummaging through the mess on my table, snatching the contour and carving more

y I perfected, making

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hind me, repeatedly tapping at my shoulder, "Hey Trix, can you give me the necklace now? it's

asn't oblivious to her selfishness, her ability to only care about herself. Pressin

, "Where is my necklace?

, Bonnie would continue to pester me, and it will only get worse from here. Pivoting t

it." I reply,

hy the fuck not? I told you how fucking important

off in a broken chuckle. "You have no id

do much for me." S

you." I snapped. "I'm always bending over backwards to please y

atrix." Her barbed voice contested, deliberately plunging a knife to my heart.

n my armour. For my sister whom I love dearly to say this to me, it was a punch to the gut. Nothing w

ly said. "You're so damn useless and depressing that I shou

r your forgiveness?" I questioned sarcastically, "I won

be a brat, but you have always caused problems for others. We couldn't even get adopted because you were so s

my fault but don't get it twisted. If it wasn't for me, you woul

air." The ann

olf's mate and then I can finally rid myse

ing repeatedly to rid myself of shedding tears. "I'm not going to fucking cry at this

hey Bonnie's results were an

s her moment, she dolled herself up to become a wolfs mate and her efforts

rix Sin

nsed, holding my breath for what seemed like ages. My heart racing impossibly loud

d matching chocolate brown hair and hazelnut eyes, presumably siblings. "Please

ark purple. I knew from others that it flashed red when you weren't a wolf's mat

took out a pen that resembled the ones diabetics used to inject insulin. I barely felt the pricking of my fin

slings across the screen, processing my blood. For the purpose of this screening, all werewolves blood was recorde

ease be red." I ch

s change into a radiant gold.

med, "You are matched wit

fucking way. This cannot be happenin

aged. "That's not fucking fa

me which garnered the attention of all the guards. "She is in possession of weapons and has been illegally working on them

y body. I couldn't breathe properly, my thoughts in disarray and unable to proce

se my sister couldn't understand the difference that being a

he icy metal cuffs touching my wrists, and I panic, kicking one guy in the shin an

t every direction, twisting my head profusely to ensure they didn't catch me. Fleeing was m

Dizzy from the pain and stress, I

aring fingers curling around

y freezing from shock and my heart leaping into my thro

is mate, the man with piercing

de Loughrey – t

s his hu

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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
“In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ "Yes please." She begs. "Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. "Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me." "Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come." I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so." Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. "Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie." "Please, please let me come My King." She pleads. "Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good." I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."”