My Mate Fell For My Sister

times. The latest? A car slammed into me the night before our binding ceremony, leaving

al wall, craving a change of scenery. At the corridor's corner

rash, pushing the ceremony back another two mo

o ice. I froze, cl

ealer's coat, toyed with his phone

just gonna accept being bound to Sylvia

someday. I've cared for her like she was my mate ever since-it's second nature. But then I met Lila." A spark lit u

her?" his friend

my duty. Those thirty-three accidents? That was me wrestling with it. But now, it's time

I gripped the wall to keep from collapsing. My che

treaming silently down my face. Thirty-three accidents-all orch

he pack's garden bit me, and I nearly died from the venom. The third, Nathaniel took me hiking,

ming. My mom, an accountant, took the fall, saving them. In return, Nathaniel's dad, Ric

everything, even my band, which the elite wolves sneered at. I was so sur

y wound on my body screaming. When Nathaniel came to clean my wounds

my heart. My pain nerves are sharper than most, so even wound cleaning requires nu

s ago, my band won a contest, and I gave him a charm from th

h, stinging my eyes. Lila's voice spilled from the phone into the quiet

and eager. "Be right there,

per. He skipped the anesthetic, grabbing the cleaning tools instead. Pain exploded from

ot the anesthetic." I

t's better this way. Numbing sl

dsheet, nearly tearing it. "Nathaniel, p

lmost done," he s

diating. Through blurry eyes, I saw him hurry out, not even waiting for the five minutes i

ng the sheets. The pain overwhel