My Sister Stole My Werewolf Mate Chapter 2

Our weddings were a joint affair.

Throughout the ceremony, Rhys doted on Isolde, adjusting the train of her gown, smoothing a stray lock of her hair. Kael, on the other hand, stood beside me like a storm cloud carved from granite, his expression dark, his eyes fixed on some distant point, clearly wishing the whole ordeal was over.

Seeing me so obviously ignored, Isolde’s smirk widened. She pulled Rhys over, their linked hands a deliberate spectacle.

“Little sister,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Life in the Hale pack can be… difficult, if you can’t even keep your own husband on a leash.”

I glanced at Rhys. He gazed at Isolde with a look of profound devotion. My eyes, however, were drawn to his thumb, to the silver signet ring he wore.

A jolt of pure terror shot through me. I stumbled back a step, my breath catching in my throat.

Forcing the tremor from my hands, I managed a tight smile. “You don’t need to worry about me, sister. I can handle myself.”

I turned and walked away, my body still shaking with the memory of a pain that felt all too real.

Isolde thought she’d won the grand prize. She had no idea.

Compared to the smiling viper she now clung to, I would choose Kael’s cold fury a thousand times over. And this time, she had granted my wish.

That night, I slipped into a silken red robe and found Kael on the bed, his eyes closed in meditation. A powerful black tail twitched restlessly beside him.

A wolf’s tail is their most vulnerable point. They only allow those they trust implicitly to touch it.

I decided to take a chance.

I reached out, my fingers barely grazing the coarse fur before he moved like lightning, shoving me so hard I sprawled onto the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, his voice a low growl, his brows furrowed in rage.

“Kael,” I whispered, feigning a shy bride’s demeanor. “It’s our wedding night.” Inside, I was cursing him. I’m practically throwing myself at you, and you’re still giving me the cold shoulder? Unbelievable.

“So what?” His large hand clamped around my throat, lifting me slightly. His amber eyes burned into mine. “Let me make one thing clear. I have zero interest in… that. If you want to stay alive in this house, you’ll learn to stay out of my way.”

The pressure on my windpipe was immense, my vision starting to swim in black spots. I’d heard the stories. Even the dogs at the gate knew their master had a notoriously short fuse and a penchant for violence. In our last life, the only thing that had saved Isolde from being torn to shreds was the fact that she was, in name, his wife.

I swallowed hard, fear coiling in my gut. I couldn't give up. Not now. I’d suffered enough for one lifetime.

“Okay… okay,” I gasped. “I won’t… I won’t bother you.”

He released me, dropping me unceremoniously to the floor. I coughed, desperately dragging air into my lungs. Seeing the irritation flash in his eyes, I scrambled into the bathroom to finish my coughing fit in private.