Bound to my sister’s mate

pte

ra’s

I flinch when they meet my gaze. I stagger back, my feet getting caug

I can only see spots of it. The smell of copper fills the air, getting stronger a

can’t bring mys

dream, but now it’s getting painfully real and

he white wolf just stares at me, its g

naked man, glorious under the moonlight, all muscle and smooth skin. I trace my gaze up

off for me. I n

f desire, and my confusion is so great

s still hot with longing, my back slick with sweat. The sheets are pooled around my m

n my dream and I’m a mess? I did

myself, swinging my

Mom’s voice rings out from downstairs.

!” I ye

wn the stairs. Mom is standing by the door in front of a bored-looking delive

es my shoulder excitedly.

hen I realize that i

m greets, kissing me on the che

vy package around, I catch a glimpse of the

well.” My words are coming ou

ms as my whole body trembles. I rest my back against the door,

hings f

es and stockings. A soft pink vibrator in the shape of a ros

time it happened was on my sixteenth birthday. I received the very same thing, except that it contained a small dildo a

at to a sixt

o sends it over the

anything. Even the deliv

verything straight into the trash and burn them when

note inside it to reveal the same handwrit

yourself for me, and me alone. Don’t mess around with any othe

s a th

across my room

t, and when I do, he’s

ts surprise me during breakfast and give me gifts, whic

ch, when Dad looks at his phone and says, “Margo

I can do is pre

ile I keep my ginger hair short and wavy, never going past my shoulders. We both have blue eyes, but hers are like violets, bright and vivi

randma, and Margot always

ed red dress that hugs her figure perfectly. She’s upstaging me in my own birthda

the table. I wait for the sharp insult, but sh

food on the table. I notice that she’s laying out

I turn to Dad. “W

riend. I told Mom and Dad earlier. I w

ay?” I blurt

at me, facing Dad who said nothing. “Anyway, I think you’re going to like h

o wide. “

I can’t help but be impressed. She finally d

make out the words, but I can make out the scent. It’s pine and musk and mint and citrus, all blended into this intoxicating fume that seems to be cons

oming from Mar

ith a tall young man,

ished, and I don’t th

th him, and my

riend is