My Adopted Sister is my Mate

Chapter 7 No. 7

Word Count: 1143 | Released on: 05/02/2026

f the dark balconies of the mansion, seet

lly back to his senses, a

ts of the entire pack would be against me. I just didn't anticipate the b

ng over his words. Not when there is urgent action to be done. Not w

I left, he has acted as my inside man, feeding me with information about the pack, my father's usurpation of power and forcef

father intends to begin the rituals to unnatural immortality. And he informed me that he believes that my father may have in his possession, tucked away in some dungeon or s

and has just spent time gathering other extraneous requirements for the ritual. I believe that father has taken this Nyxarel, essentially his blood sacr

als that needed to commence would commence today, and I did witness father drawing her to a corner

certify if this the

Fenris moans,

ight feel like ones that I have had for years. The weight of the attraction I feel towards her, everything about

pinch myself in a useless attempt to get

sn't matter that we are both essentially stra

sexually attrac

other person that Silas intends to murder

is s

ittle daughter, a ghost in her own home. I'm certain that he has manipulated her with the tale of obligation, filled her ears with stories of how she owes him for choo

s hand lingering on her waist possessively and a primal ur

like this, pining away while her life

medic

that foul liquid that smells faintly like poison. Maybe discovering exactly w

there, and I know that she will be even less pleased if she were to find me today. But between her feelings and her life, I am incli

Avara is the key to his immortality, the

carry out his shenanigans, which means that she will not be in h

nce of a predator. None of the floor guards dare to question

wood, feeling the mechanism and with a sharp, con

louds. My wolf growls, his claws raking against the interior of my ribs.

akingly hunting for the bottle. Before I can move furthe

small brown bottle with no label. I uns

imarily, which is already bad enough. But I cat

t of the medication. I know some friends that can help me de

leave, a

or somethi

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“"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." ................................. 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...”