Mated To My Sister's Boyfriend

Rosalie was short of breath and she felt her fate was sealed. She knew she was almost at her limit, but she drove her wolf, Reign, to move more quickly. She was unable to slow down in time as there was a valley in front of her. Although fear held her now, she had been here previously and was familiar with this section of the woods. She began to slide down till a sticking bush broke her fall, but it did not stop her from rolling until she hit the ground hard. The fear made her body tremble as she was in the line of sight of four sets of angry yellow eyes, and the sound of wolf paws thundering indicated that they were approaching and getting closer. If they were able to reach her, their menacing snarl showed that their intentions were not good at all. She simply foolishly walked into the trap set by these rogue lycans, who were waiting for her in the woods. She couldn't quite figure out what they wanted from her or what she had done wrong to deserve their hatred. She doubted that she would live long enough to find out the answer to this query. They were closing the distance, growing closer every moment. Reign let out a painful snort as the impact forced all of the breath out of her lungs. She looked up and saw those four sets of eyes glaring down at her. With a powerful growl that reverberated throughout the forest, the largest of them stood on its hind legs to declare their victory. If only she hadn't been so desperate that she'd torn herself apart from Tristan and made the stupid decision to run into the woods. Had she acted with more maturity and spoken those words that would have permanently severed her connection to her ex-mate, she wouldn't be lying there at the mercy of these four terrifying rogues. They lowered themselves slowly, their gaze, locked on hers. Her fate rested with them; she was their victim. All she needed was one more try to pull herself out of danger. Her wolf, Reign, wanted to roll onto her side in an attempt to stand again but she was only half successful. She could hardly stand the pain that surged through her side. She needed to go before the four reached where she was. On top of that, she discovered that two of her legs were fractured from the fall when she tried to stand. She thought that her quick run had already hurt them and she was too busy running to notice it. Reign let out a deafening cry. She still had many people who loved her, therefore she wasn't ready to die yet. The four devils eventually reached where she was. They walked around her, licking their lips, their eyes a menacing dull yellow color. The large grey furred Lycan shifted, revealing a huge man with a strong build standing in front of her. He had a chiseled face, as though it was sculpted from a rock, his demeanor exuding nothing but danger. With menacingly exposed fangs, he commanded, "Shift!" She wavered. She was not going to stand completely nude in front of four males who promised nothing but evil for any reason. He gave another nasty growl and snapped his fangs in her direction when his command was not followed promptly. He hissed, "Shift, right now. Don't force me to say it again. I'm not very good at patience." Rosalie moved away from the rogues before shifting back to her human form. Rosalie ran to hide behind a tree, but one of the rogues moved to yank her out of her hiding place. Their eyes roamed her body from head to toe, with their ravenous gaze, lingering on her boobs and her vagina which she was trying to cover with her hands while she stood there, stark naked. "Who are you guys and what is it you want from me?" She asked, her body trembling. The remaining three transformed, but she noticed that their characteristics remained the same, making them look like quadruplets. After exchanging glances, the four of them laughed really hard. "Look, she finally found her voice. And trust me when I say I would love to hear it more. What a delicacy you are, little wolf. Why don't we have a taste of her before we finish the task?" He asked the rest. "So we achieve two goals at once. We get the money and we have a nice time." He leaned forward and said, "This is the best task I've ever received. Look at that pretty mouth, I bet it can do a lot of things." he teased her, seeing that she was shaken by what he had said. "Guys, the woman didn't exactly specify how long we can keep her. She is ours to keep for as long as we want." The enormous Lycan, who was the leader, said, "We just have to make sure that she is still alive when we finish with her. The job is quite simple, guys." Then it all made sense to her. These men were actually paid to rape her; someone intended to hurt her. Thus, the reason for their payment was simply to punish her. Rosalie knew only her sister Kristine was capable of that. She couldn't believe Kristine, her own sister, could go that far. She was loved by all in the pack and had no problems with anyone, so she couldn't possibly think of anyone else. Then, right after Kristine and her ex-mate returns to the pack, this occurs. 'No! No Selene! Please don't let this be.' she prayed with her eyes closed, 'Let it be someone else, but not Kristine.' She suddenly felt two hands touch her: one grabbing her butt cheeks, the other fondling her breasts. One of her attackers snarled softly with his face on her neck, he inhaled deeply "Ahhh, you smell so good, I could eat you." Rosalie sobbed as she felt a warm mouth suck her nipples and a finger slid into her core. She was certain now that that was her last day on earth and that these four monsters were not going to spare her. "She's so fucking tight." One of them hissed, amused. She froze with fear, closing her eyes and standing in her spot, praying silently to the moon goddess. Her teeth chattered with fear as tears streamed down her face. "Don't be afraid, baby. We'll be gentle with you." With his finger pumping deeper and faster into her pussy, the leader teased, "Just a little longer and you'll scream in ecstasy." She was hardly able to withstand the pain. "Let go of me, please." She pleaded with tears in her eyes, "Leave me alone; I didn't do anything wrong, Please." And all of a sudden they heard an earth shattering growl. For a little moment, even she forgot the situation she was in. Her mouth fell open as she met the gaze of the largest wolf she had ever seen. He was definitely an Alpha but not even an ordinary alpha. No ordinary alpha exuded that kind of power. The four rogues fell to their knees at his commanding presence. ******** Hello everyone, welcome to my second book and I want to apologise for the errors in the first book, it will be proofread and republished. Also apologizing in advance for any grammatical errors in this book and I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you all so much for your love and support. 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Four days ago Observing them drive into the pack territory in their luxurious latest model Audi, Rosalie was perched atop a mountainside. Her fated mate and her sister. Alternatively, it may be said that she let go of her fated mate to ensure her sister's happiness. Everyone was meant to meet their fated mates at eighteen and when Rosalie turned eighteen, her mate turned out to be Tristan, the Alpha of the Blue River Pack and her sister's childhood boyfriend. It was only out of respect for the Alpha that they went to the Silver Moon Pack. About three years had passed since Tristan departed from that place, bringing her sister along to become the Luna of his pack. After that day, the pair never went to see her parents again. That was undoubtedly Kristine's choice; she was willing to go to tremendous measures to keep her mate and Rosalie apart. Nevertheless, the two were at a loss for an excuse when the pack resolved to make their Alpha's birthday the most unforgettable occasion ever. Kristine's only option was to confront her sister once more, her younger sister, whom she views as her most dangerous adversary. Rosalie waited patiently for a peek at him for approximately an hour. Seeing them together still caused her pain since it brought back memories of her past losses. It was difficult for regular lycans to be rejected, much less elite ones. Because Rosalie and Tristan were both descended from Alphas, breaking the predetermined tie between the Alpha and Luna affected them profoundly. It hurt more and took longer to recover from the pain. The anguish she endured during the mating ritual was unbearable, especially when Tristan gave her a quick glimpse before sinking his canines into her sister's neck. There was no going back after that. Ho now completely belonged to her. Tristan didn't even fight for her or show her any love. He was an Alpha and the effect was supposed to be stronger. Now, her gaze followed the vehicle as it headed toward the pack house on the gravel road. To her utter amazement, when she turned on her enhanced sense of hearing, she heard them arguing inside the car. Kristine's piercing voice was so loud, that she wondered how Tristan could withstand it. Though she couldn't quite make out what was being argued about, she heard her name spoken multiple times. Thus, she was the focus of their argument once more. It didn't surprise her at all. She felt a tinge of the mate bond even though she and Tristan rejected each other. Sometimes she could tell what was in his mind about her. He no longer felt the same level of sex drive with his mate, her sister, and occasionally, during the night, she could hear him calling out to her. In their mate bond, her sister must have also sensed his mood. The result was clear-cut: Tristan was not entirely Kristine's, and a slight part of their bond remained active. Kristine was undoubtedly jealous and felt insecure as a result of this. Rosalie sprang from the hill, changed into her stunning brown and white lycan, and bolted toward the packhouse, out of their line of sight. Her sister and ex-mate had made their way to the opulently adorned Silver Moon vicinity. Tristan had to notify her father of his presence immediately, just like any other Alpha of every other pack. She saw her parents showing up to greet the pair on the porch. She observed Tristan as he got out of the car, looking first behind her parents and then around. With a storm-clouded expression, her sister followed his eyes; she knew who he was searching for. He had anticipated meeting Rosalie with her parents. Rosalie ensured that she was completely out of sight behind the trees. Tristan was compelled to turn to face his in-laws when her father stood up. He stepped over to the Alpha and Luna and greeted them cheerfully, his hand extended. "Alpha Nolan," he uttered in his well-known, husky, and deep tone. "I send you my warmest regards for the new year. It had been a while since we chatted. He apologized, saying, "I've been so busy with pack business lately, I hardly even find time for myself." Kristine was taken in to her mother's arms. "You don't ever call your parents, my dear child? I've missed you. Do you know how long we have been expecting you?" She gestured a little sadly. "I really hope you visit us here at the Silver Moon more often from now on my child." She also gave a quick hug to Tristan. Before they could enter the pack house together, she noticed her sister glaring around threateningly, as though she thought she might show up at any moment. After all went inside, she turned around and went into the forest to let her wolf out and let out her frustration. 'Reign, we are about to experience the most difficult days of our lives. It will be necessary for us to be very careful and avoid Tristan in particular.' Her wolf whimpered sadly and said nothing. While she did not agree with Rosalie's rejection, she recognized that she had no other option at the moment and was therefore perplexed. She was unsure about how to handle her emotions, though. The rejection should have severed the mate bond entirely, but it doesn't seem to be the case. There was still a sliver of a connection between them, an inexplicable pull that pulled her toward him. That didn't surprise her at all, to be sincere. For every female, Tristan was the ideal male. Sharp, icy blue eyes to linger in, short, thick black hair, and muscles any female would want to run their hands over all day. Since Kristine was fourteen years old, he had been in a passionate relationship with her. They shared the same majors, participated in the same extracurricular activities, and attended the same schools. The two packs naturally believed that they would also be destined at eighteen. However, nothing came of it; There was no pull, no bond. Their wolves kept looking at each other quietly as they celebrated their eighteenth birthday without any sparks. Nothing. When Rosalie turned eighteen and it was time to for her to shift for the first time, three years later, it was shocking. The entire family was there, as was customary, to support her at that difficult time. And to everyone's shock, Reign raced right to Tristan, starting the whole ordeal. She said the word, "MATE!" in tandem with his wolf, Bruce.