All Chapters of Fated To The Mate Who Loves My Sister: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alpha Nathan’s POV “Nina…” I stuttered with widened eyes I instinctively took a step back. My heart raced at the sight of the person standing before me. She looked exactly like Nina—no, she was Nina. I couldn’t mistake Nina for someone else. This was Nina standing before us with her usual sly smile spread across her face. “Nina…” Benita gasped, just as shocked as I was. Everyone in the room was frozen, staring as though we’d all seen a ghost. But this was no ghost—this was Nina, alive, standing before us with that same smug expression, though she seemed older, harder, as if life had carved something darker into her soul. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as my mind raced to piece together the impossible sight before me. Nina. She was supposed to be dead. She was dead. Yet here she was, alive and smirking like she had been waiting for this moment. But something about her had changed—her eyes held a darker glint, and she seemed older, more guarded, as if she had endured year

Benita’a POV For a moment, I considered walking away. She deserved it—every ounce of coldness I wanted to show her. After everything she’d done to me, after the chaos she’d caused in our lives, now she was here, demanding my help as if I owed her something. I opened my mouth, ready to refuse helping, but then my eyes drifted back to the little girl. She was so small, so fragile. Her pale face seemed even paler under the oversized clothes she wore, and her big, round eyes darted nervously around the room. She looked scared—lost, even. My heart twisted. She wasn’t responsible for Nina’s mistakes or Nathan’s choices. She didn’t ask to be dragged into this mess. And no matter how much I wanted to despise her because of who her parents were, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I took a deep breath, willing the tension to ease out of my shoulders. I turned to Nina, meeting her hostile gaze with a calmness I didn’t feel. “I’ll help her,” I said quietly, ignoring the flash of surprise in Ni

Nathan’s POV “Benita will never forgive you,” Nina said, her voice trembling now, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine or another manipulation. “You’ve done too much damage, Nathan. And when she leaves, you’ll be alone. Again.” “Maybe,” I admitted, my tone softer now. “But I’m willing to take that chance. Because even if I lose her, I’m not going back to you.” Her lips parted in shock, and for a moment, I thought she might lash out, but instead, she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “You’ll regret this,” she said, stepping back toward the door. “You’ll regret pushing me away, Nathan.” I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked to the minibar located in my office. I took out a bottle of whiskey, poured it into a glass, and then turned back to face her. “I’m doing a DNA test,” I announced, studying the expression on Nina’s face and realizing she looked unbothered. It was pretty obvious the child was mine. She shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said and moved closer to me. “What

That question hit harder than the last. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The truth sat like a lump in my throat, and I knew Theo wouldn’t accept a lie—not when he could sense my emotions so well. I finally sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Sometimes, loving someone isn’t enough.” “He must have hurt you really much?” Theo asked softly. I froze again, the pain I’d been burying threatening to bubble to the surface. “Yes,” I whispered after a moment, my voice barely audible. “But I’m stronger now, and no matter what happens, I will always protect you.” Theo nodded slowly, as if absorbing my words. “I’ll protect you too, Mom,” he whispered, snuggling closer into my lap. I bit back the tears that burned behind my eyes, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I know you will, my brave boy.” Theo was silent, but I knew my smart son wasn’t done. “That girl… she looks just like me, Mom,” Theo grumbled, obviously not happy about it. I sighed and continued stroking h

Benita’s POV Tears fell down my cheek as the realization of what I was seeing struck me. This little girl, this little fragile girl, was being tortured, not just by anyone, but by a woman who was supposed to be her own mother. My stomach churned with rage and anguish. My hand hovered over the scars, too afraid to touch them, too devastated to look away. “She’s been hurt. Badly,” my wolf said, her voice trembling with anger and sorrow. Lila whimpered softly, her tiny body curling into mine. I immediately softened, wrapping her in my arms as if I could shield her from the horrors she’d endured. “Shh, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her fevered forehead. “I’m here now.” I whispered again and began unleashing my ability on her to subdue her fever. It worked really fast. Slowly, her breathing steadied, and her eyelids fluttered open. Her little green eyes, which looked so much like Theo’s, stared at me with confusion. “You’re here?” she whispered quietly, and