All Chapters of Bound to my sister’s mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aurora's POVThe days following the arrival of the stalker's letter passed in a blur of anxiety and heightened security measures. Despite Ethan's reassurances and the increased pack patrols, I jumped at every shadow, every unexpected sound. The fear that had driven me from my old pack had followed me here, threatening to unravel the fragile sense of peace I'd begun to build.On a terrible night, when Sarah's guest room walls felt like they were closing in on me, I reached for my phone. My fingers hovered over the keypad for a moment before deciding. There was only one person I wanted to talk to, one who could make me feel safe.I dialed Ethan's number, my heart pounding as I waited for him to pick me up."Aurora?" His voice was alert despite the late hour. "Is everything okay?""Ethan, I..." My voice cracked, and I took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I just... I can't sleep. I keep thinking about the letter, about him finding me...""I'll be right there," Ethan said

Mason's POVThe days following my conversation with Lucas were a blur of paranoia and suspicion. Every interaction, every glance, every whispered conversation seemed loaded with hidden meaning. But nothing set my nerves on edge quite like Margot's increasingly odd behavior.I tried to ignore it at first, to chalk it up to the stress of recent events. But as the days wore on, it became impossible to overlook. Margot was constantly on her phone, guarding it fiercely. She'd leave rooms to take calls, her voice low and urgent. More than once, I caught her hurriedly closing out of text conversations when I entered a room.The rational part of my brain tried to come up with innocent explanations. Maybe she was planning a surprise for me or dealing with some personal issue she wasn't ready to share. But the nagging voice of suspicion, the one that had been growing louder since my father's death, whispered darker possibilities.Was she having an affair? The thought made my stomach churn, not

Aurora's POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains of my tiny apartment in the Nightshade Pack territory, but its warmth did nothing to dispel the chill that had settled in my bones. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone with fear and fury.Another message had arrived during the night, its contents more chilling than any that had come before:"My beautiful Aurora, did you think you could escape me? I see you with your new friends, with that Alpha who thinks he can protect you. But remember, you're mine. And if you don't do as I say, they'll all pay the price."I've attached a photo of Ethan and me taken yesterday as we walked through the pack grounds. The angle suggests it was shot from a distance, but the clarity is undeniable. Whoever this stalker was, they were close—too close.My hands shook as I set the phone down, my mind racing. This was no longer just about me. By threatening Ethan and the others who had shown me kindness, my tormentor had crossed a line. I

Aurora's POVThe soft whir of my printer filled the small living room of my apartment as I paced back and forth, my mind racing with the implications of what I had just discovered. After my conversation with Ethan about the false accusations, I spent hours on the phone with various banks, tracking down every scrap of financial information I could find.As I held the stack of freshly printed bank statements and transaction records in my hands, I felt a mixture of relief and growing unease. The evidence was clear: I had never accessed, let alone drained, my mother's account. The account showed regular withdrawals and deposits long after I had left Pack A."Someone's been lying," I muttered, spreading the papers across my coffee table. "But who? And why?"As I studied the documents, a thought that had been niggling at the back of my mind suddenly pushed its way to the forefront. What if Mason was behind all of this?The idea seemed absurd at first. Mason, my mate, the man I had once trus

Aurora's POVAs I stood before Mason, the air crackled with tension, my heart thundering in my chest. We were in his office at the Pack A headquarters, a place that once felt like home but now seemed as foreign as the moon. The mahogany desk between us might as well have been an ocean."You accused me of theft," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "You believed I would steal from my own mother."Mason's eyes, those hazel orbs that once looked at me with love, now held a mixture of confusion and wariness. "Aurora, I—""No," I cut him off, raising a hand. "Let me finish."I reached into my bag, pulling out a thick folder. The papers inside rustled as I spread them across his desk, each one a piece of evidence, a fragment of my shattered innocence."Bank statements," I said, tapping one document. "Showing regular transfers from my account to my mother's. And here," I slid another paper towards him, "a record of every transaction I've made since leaving Pack A. Not