All Chapters of My Mate Can’t Forgive Me for My Sister: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aiden’s POVI stormed out of my bedroom, still panting. My skin was damp with sweat, my pulse erratic.“What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath.The moment my body separated from Leah’s, a surge of conflicting emotions had hit me like a tidal wave. Hatred, fury, shame. And instead of the usual release that came with satisfying my desires, an insatiable, intoxicating hunger had taken hold of me—demanding more, refusing to be quenched.I clenched my fists, digging my fingernails into my palm. As if physical pain could drown out the memory of her body beneath mine. Her scent was laced with an intoxicating sweetness that had ensnared me in ways I despised.My attempts to erase her scent had been utterly futile. The moment her legs parted beneath me, the warmth of her body beckoning me in, it had surged back—stronger, more intoxicating than before. It was maddening. No amount of cold water, herbs or stubborn resistance could drown out the way she smelled, the way she f

Leah’s POV“What kind of book?” Aiden asked in a hushed, clipped tone.His beta glanced around before leaning in slightly, his voice careful. “We’re not sure, Alpha. When we tried to approach it, something—some force—repelled us. It was like… an invisible wall, pushing us away. None of us could get close.”Aiden’s eyes darkened with suspicion, his head tilting slightly as if trying to process this new mystery. His jaw ticked, and I could almost see the gears turning in his mind.A cold tendril of dread slithered through me, twisting around my ribs. A force? What force? I hadn’t been repelled by the book when I touched it.“No time to dwell on it now,” a voice whispered through my consciousness.I stiffened. My wolf.“Go on, Leah. Go claim that crown you deserve.” There was something proud in her voice. Something that made my spine straighten on instinct.Taking a deep breath, I forced the tension from my shoulders, smoothing down the jeweled gown cascading around me. My fingers trembl

Leah’s POVI shook my head, my fingers tightening around the book in my grasp. My pulse hammered against my skin, my body thrumming with an energy I didn’t understand.The weight of the lunar crown on my head and the ancient book in my hands sent a strange pulse of power rippling through me. As if the two artifacts recognized each other, weaving their power together in ways I couldn’t yet comprehend.“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. My voice was raw with the weight of unspoken words. With all the pent up feelings from the past few days. My throat tightened as I forced myself to meet Aiden’s gaze. But he didn’t see confusion in my expression—he saw guilt.“You don’t know, huh?” His voice was sharp as a blade, slicing through the tension-laden air. His amber eyes darkened, scrutinizing me with suspicion so thick it was suffocating. “I don’t believe you, Leah.”His grip on my chin tightened for a moment before he shoved away from me like I had scorched him. He began pacing, his body tens

Aiden’s POVAs the soldiers dragged Leah away, an uncontrollable rage burned inside me. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms."It all makes sense now," I seethed under my breath. "Everyone knew Amelia was meant to be my mate. But instead, it was that freak. Of course, she tampered with magic. She could never keep her eyes off me anyway."A low growl echoed in my mind. "Careful, Aiden. The mating process is ancient law. It is not easily manipulated," my wolf cautioned, his tone laced with warning."Not easily, no," I muttered. "But there’s little dark magic can’t do."My feet carried me home, but my mind remained trapped in the turmoil of unanswered questions. Accusations warred with the uneasy pull of the bond I was determined to reject. I couldn’t accept Leah’s treachery—couldn’t stomach the thought that she had somehow forced this fate upon me. It was a betrayal. A deception. A crime against the Moon Goddess herself.And yet…A part of me hesita

Leah’s POVThe coarse silver ropes chafed against my wrists, cutting into already raw skin. My fingers were numb. My arms trembled under the weight of my restraints as I was dragged through the village square. “Please, Goddess, don’t let them do this to me,” I whispered, looking up at the silent moon above.The scent of damp earth and burning torches filled the air, mixing with the sharp metallic tang of my own blood. Every step felt heavier. The weight of my impending death pressed against my chest like a silver vice.A murmur rippled through the gathered crowd, their whispers slithering like vipers in my ears. Traitor. Murderer. Witch. They had decided my fate long before the trial. The verdict was merely a formality.Suddenly, a voice I hadn't expected shattered the suffocating silence. "Please, spare her!" My father, Robert, stumbled forward, his face pale with desperation. His eyes were pleading as they darted between the guards and Alpha Mason. "I've already lost one daughter—