Chapter 5 My Sister’s Mate
“Please, do it already,” Crystal cried out.
She was begging Ronan to sleep with her and mark her as his mate, something he was supposed to do willingly.
This was the first time I had ever seen my sister pleading so helplessly.
Back home, Crystal never begged anyone for anything. She commanded, shouted, and expected everyone around her to obey.
Whatever she wanted was always placed in her hands.
But here, she was pleading with a man who refused to give her what she wanted most.
“I am the cure to the curse that has bound you,” she said desperately. “The curse that has kept you from shifting for twenty-seven years and stopped you from ever fighting for your pack.”
I was taken aback by her words.
Ronan had not shifted once in twenty-seven years of age? And he had never fought for his own pack?
From everything I had ever heard about the brothers, Ronan was the second strongest Alpha among the three brothers after Kyle.
What kind of curse could restrain a man as powerful as Ronan for that long?
“You make it sound like we're the only ones who need your help, Crystal.
You know you need us just as much, if not more.”
I could tell his words struck a painful truth in Crystal's head.
“Without us, you can not become Queen of Deathveil. We may be able to manage our curses, but you can not rule your people while being unable to handle the responsibilities of an Alpha.”
Ronan’s words held a quiet confidence that made it clear he knew exactly how much power he had over the situation.
The three brothers needed Crystal to break their curse, while Crystal needed all three of them to claim the throne of Deathveil.
According to Deathveil Pack’s ancient succession law, Crystal could not be fully crowned Alpha King until her three destined mates marked her.
The Deathveil throne was bound to the Moon Goddess’s mate-bond.
The ruler had to be recognized not only by the pack but also by their mates, who were believed to carry the ancient bloodline connected to Deathveil’s throne.
Crystal continued to plead with Ronan, but he refused.
Crystal was completely naked in front of this man, yet he was unshaken.
I felt sorry for my sister.
She could not wait to be crowned Queen of Deathveil, yet the men she needed for the final step were pulling away from her.
That was pure torture.
I quietly pulled away and headed back to my room.
I was only a few steps from my door when I suddenly bumped into a naked man's broad chest.
The person was not completely naked, but he had no shirt on.
I immediately stepped back.
“Who… are you?” I stuttered.
He did not reply immediately, but his scent gave him away.
The familiar scent of cedarwood and smoke mixed with cold rain told me it was Kyle.
I had caught his scent when I ran into him back home.
“Do you have any idea what walking around alone at night does to your body in this house?” he murmured as his fingers slipped into the middle of my back, pulling me against his broad chest.
I shoved him away in fury, but he grabbed me once more and pinned me against the wall.
Seizing both of my wrists in one hand, he trapped them above my head and pressed his heavy body against mine.
His free hand settled around my waist, yanking me flush against him.
I felt his hard cock pressing right between my thighs through his pants.
I tried to pull away again but his grip on my waist tightened fast.
He shoved his knee between my thighs and forced them apart, pushing his hard length directly between my folds.
A wave of heat shot straight through me. My body betrayed me in a second, igniting a sensation I’d never felt with any man before, only by my own hand.
I fought hard against the feeling.
He was my sister’s mate.
I couldn’t betray her by giving in to him so cheaply.
I wanted my revenge on her, but not like this -not by sleeping with her mate.
“Let me go,” I hissed, struggling against his grip even as I knew it was useless.
“Walking around practically naked, trying to seduce me, Ashley?” he whispered, his warm breath brushing my ear and sending sparks of heat down my spine.
He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, grazing a slow trail down to my exposed collarbone and open chest.
I wasn't completely naked, but the net nightgown Heaven gave me left little to the imagination.
It covered my skin, but anyone could clearly see my hard tits and center through the sheer mesh.
Maybe this was the tiger wolf Heaven warned me about. I should’ve listened and stayed in my room.
Kyle took a deep breath, breathing in my scent.
I knew he could smell my arousal, and the realization burned my chest with embarrassment.
“This is wrong… Alpha Kyle,” I choked out, my own voice trying to betray me.
“I love sin, Ashley. It’s sweet, and it's good for an Alpha,” he groaned against my skin, his lips tracing their way down to my tits.
I cleared my throat, desperate to summon some boldness and hide how much my body wanted him.
I swallowed hard, fighting the heat.
“You’re my sister’s mate,” I reminded him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you going to tell her we fucked?” Kyle didn't sound like he cared in the slightest.
His hand drifted down from my waist to my hip, cupping my ass cheek.
He gripped me hard, his fingers digging through the net fabric into my bare skin.
He was so shameless, wanting to sleep with his mate’s sister.
Was this why he brought me here?
The thought hit me with a wave of disgust that was stronger than the heat coursing through my body.
Gathering every last ounce of strength I had, I shoved him away with all my might and bolted for my room.
I slammed the door, turned the lock, and leaned back against the wood, sliding slowly down to the floor as my chest heaved for air.
I woke up late the next day. And for once, I was not woken by shouting or a long list of chores waiting for me.
It seemed my days of suffering were finally over.
I took my bath and put on the pair of joggers Heaven had given me last night, but when I pulled the oversized shirt she brought over my head, I caught the scent of cedarwood and cold rain
I thought Kyle was in the room.
I pulled the shirt off and looked around, but no one was there.
I sniffed the shirt and noticed the scent was coming from it.
Had Heaven given me Kyle's shirt, or did they simply have the same scent?
I went downstairs, and an Omega led me to the kitchen, where I found Heaven stuffing a piece of toast into her mouth.
Royalty was not treated as a huge thing here.
Back home, being royalty meant everyone had to eat at a grand dining table while maids stood around watching and waiting to serve.
“Did you sleep well?” Heaven asked, slowly turning toward me.
I nodded as I walked in and took a seat on the stool opposite her.
" The shirt....the scent...." Heaven didn't let me finish when she cut in.
" It was Kyle's idea..." She raised her two hands in the air, laughing at me.
Kyle instructed that I wore his shirt? oh my....world.
She pushed a plate of toast and a cup of milk toward me.
“If you don't like it, you can ask the chef to make you something else, or you can cook whatever you want. But I made this for you.”
She made it for me?
For the first time, I felt what it was like to be loved like a sister.
And strangely enough, I was experiencing it with a girl from another world.
I ate slowly until I finished my meal while Heaven watched me quietly.
“I'm sorry about what Kyle did last night,” she said softly. “He can be a dickhead sometimes, but trust me, he's a good guy.”
My brows pulled together. “You knew? He told you?”
“I saw you two. Remember when I told you we have hungry tiger wolves? Kyle is the biggest one.”
I almost burst out laughing.
So her brothers were the hungry tiger wolves she had warned me about.
Heaven crossed her arms on the kitchen counter between us and leaned closer. Her voice dropped almost to a whisper.
“My brothers said your wolf is weak. Is that true?”
I nodded my head.
“How did that happen? Were you bound?”
The story of my weak wolf was something I hated talking about. Even thinking about it made me emotional and sick.
“I can help you, Ashley,” Heaven said gently. “I want to bring your wolf back and make her strong and powerful.”
