Mated To My Sister's Fiance

Chapter 15

Magnus

I have so many emotions circling inside my head right now and f**k, I hate every single one of them.

This strange feeling, whatever the hell it is, moves freely inside my mind like it owns the place. I never dared to speak it out loud, not once.

But the moment I came to this pack, everything about me shifted. Changed in a way I never thought I could be like this.

And I f*****g hate it.

The reason.. only one person is responsible for all of it.

Omega Amara.

Just those two words alone are enough to wreck my brain, mess with my chest, and send my wolf mark into an absolute riot inside my skull.

'stop it, Mark. You're giving me a headache.’

‘You bloody Magnus, I am going to leave your body, how can you say that? We're talking about Amara. Our fated mate, my mate.’

‘She is nothing to me. Get that through your animal skull.’

‘You can't deny this bond and you know it. Don't lie to yourself. Your heart was doing a f*****g marathon the moment that filthy rogue came close to her.’

I closed my eyes.

The scene from today replayed itself behind my eyelids like a film I don't want to watch — on a loop, brutal and unforgiving. I shoved back from the chair and walked to the window, staring out at the moon.

I was Restless, A tightness wrapped itself around my chest like a fist squeezing slow and steady, making it hard to pull a proper breath.

I grabbed my shirt and yanked it open, threw it somewhere across the room without caring where it landed.

‘Magnus—’

‘Not again, Mark. I cut him off before he could start. I was done with the same old conversation.

‘She could have died, Magnus. Our soulmate could have died today.’

‘For f**k's sake, stop it Mark.’

I punched my chest hard, remembering the agony I was feeling at that time, when I thought I lost Amara, just like I did many people in my life.

She's my mate, only belongs to me but she's better off without me.

But even as I thought it, something in me fractured a little more.

I dropped back into the chair, and my mind did what it always does when I stop fighting it — it took me back to the beginning. The first day I ever set foot in this useless pack.

My whole life, I had functioned without feeling much of anything significant. Then she walked into my line of sight and my heart f**k, that stupid organ I'd half forgotten I even possessed — skipped many beats.

Amara.

The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine. My fated mate. Mark confirmed it and wanted to claim her in front of everyone but I stopped him. I have plans I could never include her in my life.

She ran the moment she saw me with Chloe. Didn't even hesitate — just turned and fled, and the tears I caught a glimpse of in her eyes before she disappeared, haunted me every f*****g single night.

What I wanted, more than anything, was to pull her into my arms and tell her to stop crying.

Chloe introduced her as a maid. As if she were a staff. But I know Amara was the beta's firstborn daughter, Chloe's own step-sister, someone who deserved infinitely more than the role of a servant in a house she should have had equal standing in.

The rage I was feeling at that moment wanted me to rip everything apart, especially when Chloe slapped her just because of a dress. I wanted to burn the whole arrangement to the ground.

But I kept my mouth shut.

Because as much as it gutted me watching Amara treated that way, she was safer in that position than she would ever be standing beside me.

This was my initial plan,

Until I started seeing her with him. That Omega male. The way they moved around each other, close and comfortable, easy in a way that made something ugly and territorial rear up inside me without permission.

I didn't care about logic in those moments. I didn't care that my sources confirmed he was only her friend, that there was nothing between them beyond that. Didn't matter.

The second I'd seen him on top of her on the ground, my vision went red and I stopped thinking entirely. I crossed the distance and I attacked him ready to kill him, but Amara stopped me.

In jealousy I called her names, she slapped me, which never happened before but

I deserved it. Every bit of it. But I couldn't stop myself whenever I saw her with him, even today she was still glued to his side. And it was still enough to make me lose my mind all over again.

‘You are hurting her, Magnus.’ Mark's voice was quieter now. That was almost worse — when he stopped shouting and just spoke plainly.

‘She needs us. Our mate should be with us.’

‘You know what our life looks like, Mark. You know what's waiting for us. You still want to drag her into that?’

‘We could protect her. Just like today.

‘I said no mark.’

‘She deserves the best. I want to give her the best. Her and her wolf — whom I haven't even met yet.’

Mark's voice had gone soft at the edges, heavy with a kind of grief that had no clean resolution.

I was about to say something..anything — to shut him down again when the door swung open and the person came inside my room,

Chloe.

My jaw locked.

"Don't you know how to knock?" The words came out harsh.

"Alpha, I'm sorry, but we're engaged now, so I thought—"

My hand came down on the table. The crack of it echoed off the walls and she flinched back like I'd moved toward her, which I hadn't.

"You thought what? Did you forget the terms of our arrangement, Chloe? Did you forget exactly why we're doing this?"

"I know, Alpha," she said, recovering quicker than most would. She took a few slow, deliberate steps toward me, and her scent turned my stomach. Mark growled in my head.

"But Alpha," she purred, and placed her hand flat against my chest.

I stepped back and shoved her hand off in the same motion. "Don't. I've told you more times.Don't touch me. Don't come close to me unless we have an audience that requires the performance. What you and I are—" I looked at her steadily, making sure she heard everything clearly "we are not a couple. Burn that into whatever you use for a brain."

Something flickered across her face. Wounded, maybe, though with Chloe it was always difficult to separate genuine feeling from manipulation.

"Why can't we be real, Alpha? I have needs, and if you won't—"

Her voice climbed slightly and I felt the last thread of my patience snap clean.

"Then find someone who will." I kept my voice level, almost bored.

"I told you already. Go find yourself a distraction. A boy toy, whatever you want to call it. f**k whoever you like. I don't care. We were never real in the first place."

She blinked. "You — you wouldn't care? If I slept with someone else?"

I laughed. It came out hollow even to my own ears.

"Chloe." I tilted my head, holding her gaze. "You think I don't already know?"

The color drained from her face so fast it was almost impressive. She opened her mouth but closed it.

"Alpha, I—"

I raised one hand dismissively. "I don't want to hear it as I already told you I don't care, now don't give me a headache. Get out."

She left fast, the door clicking shut behind her.

The room settled back into silence, which gave me peace.

Chloe is a selfish and narcissistic woman that is why I choose her over my mate.