All Chapters of My Alpha Mate is Fated to My Sister: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mari’s POV I swing my knee upwards, hitting him squarely in his junk. He yells a profanity and releases my hair to grab his precious man jewels. While he is bent over in pain, I take the opportunity to grab the pan sitting on the counter. Swinging it, I get him good in the back of his head. That sends him sprawling on the floor. He isn’t out yet, but I have incapacitated him enough to give me a headshot to get away. Grabbing my bag from the floor near the kitchen table, I step around his body and gun for the door. He tries to reach for my leg, but I’m too quick for him. “I’ll kill you, stupid bitch!” He swears, trying to get his body up. “You can’t run away from me!” I know that’s not an empty threat. I would likely be dead on the kitchen floor right now if I had never learned to defend myself from a young age. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I make a dash for the front door. I open the door and hurry outside, then open my bag, searching for my car keys. Panic sets in when

Mari’s POV I gasp and scramble back, running into Jim. He grabs my arm to steady me before pulling me to the back of the bar, far from the counter. From here, we watch the fight take an interesting twist. There are four people—three men and a woman—now attacking Connor and his buddies. It’s one of them who just threw Connor onto the floor. With a single leap over the counter, he lands on the floor next to Connor, grabs his shirt collar, and then punches him in the face over and over again. Jim moves and hurries out of the bar area, heading for the doorway where Joseph is lying, blood oozing from his stomach. A quick glance at the fight reveals that the four strangers are doing fine work of subduing Connor and his men. They seem to have already kicked three of them out. Connor is still in the hands of the guy who interrupted him, and with how bloody he looks, I doubt he’ll be able to attack anyone tonight. I hurry over to Jim. Joseph is still conscious, his hand grasping at his wo

Stefan’s POV I knew something was off, from the moment I saw her at the club. I didn’t feel that pull I hear other werewolves talking about. Apparently, when you meet your soulmate for the first time, you’re supposed to feel some crazy pull, as if some otherworldly power is pulling your souls together. And unless they die, or you reject them and mate with someone else, you’ll always feel that connection. But maybe that’s because this is not the first time I’m meeting her. I felt that pull back then. That’s how I knew she was my destiny, and why I haven’t been able to rest easy until I found her. That itself was crazy—feeling the pull when I did. I was fifteen, she was ten. I hadn’t shifted for the first time yet. That happened when I was eighteen. And that’s when I was supposed to be able to feel my mate, had they been around. But I recognised her as my destiny long before my wolf showed up. But then again, my wolf isn’t your everyday wolf. So, while it might seem odd to many of

Mari’s POV My body responds to him. It’s the craziest thing to ever happen to me, and I don’t fight it. Because it feels so damn good. His lips claim mine hungrily, ravishing them and opening me up to him completely. I gasp, both at the sudden assault and at the heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I have to be crazy. That’s the only explanation for this entire thing. My hands find their way to his side, clutching at his shirt and holding on tight. The rest of my body arches forwards, seeking as much contact as I can. I manage to press my breasts against his chest, and damn, does it feel good. It helps that the night dress I am wearing is quite flimsy. Its satiny fabric rubs against my nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight down to my core. Gods, I need him. Right now. I want him, inside me. Before I know it, I’m rubbing against him like a cat in heat. The air smells delicious. If pheromones smelled, that’s how they would smell like, I decide. The smell seems to be emanating

Stefan’s POV She’s sitting at the table in the dining room, her eyes set towards the entrance, as if waiting for the moment I show up. Andreas is sitting on the other end of the table, checking his phone. Knowing him, he’s probably waiting for an update from Levi and Hanna. She shoots to her feet when she sees me and comes straight to me. “Can we talk?” I nod and turn to Andreas, who has shot to his feet too. “Bring her to the briefing room, I’ll be there in five minutes.” He nods and beckons her to follow. She goes with him, but not before looking back at me twice as if determining whether to trust me or not. I head up the stairs and down the hallway into my room. Peeling my sweaty clothes off, I step into the shower and clean up as fast as possible. I change into another black shirt, matching pants, and a pair of black sandals. Then I open a drawer beside my bed and retrieve a photo I’ve kept with me for thirteen years. I go back downstairs and into the briefing room. The br