CARTER.
I couldn’t sleep, my mind racing with the revelation that Jasmine, my sister, was my mate. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it.
For years, I’d waited after my own coming of age, hoping for the day I’d meet the person I was destined to spend my life with. Family was everything to me, and I lived my life with integrity, avoiding anything that might later cause regret. I didn’t even have a mistress, believing in true love and loyalty.
But finding out that Jasmine, the sister I’d watched grow, was my mate? It made no sense. Nothing made sense.Our mother died giving birth to Jasmine, and our father followed a year later, unable to bear the loss.
I had to step up and take care of Jasmine, nurturing her, watching her grow into a beautiful young woman while
