Mated To My Sister's Fiance

Chapter 13

Amara

The rogue was coming toward me now, standing too close. I shivered in fear as he raised one massive paw to attack. I squeezed my eyes shut. It seemed like the Moon Goddess had finally decided to end my misery.

My eyes stayed tightly closed. I could hear the heavy thud of paws against the ground, he was getting closer to me, but just as he was about to reach me, I heard a loud, dangerous growl.

I froze, my whole body trembling, not knowing what was happening around me, screaming, bloodshed.

After what felt like forever, when the sounds finally died, I slowly opened my eyes.

The sight before me stole every breath from my lungs, because it was gruesome and inhuman.

The rogue who was aiming at me and had been seconds away from killing me — his body was shattered, scattered across the ground in many pieces.

And there he was standing tall in his place was Alpha Mark in his Magnus wolf form. I swallowed hard.

Mark was staring at me, his gaze unreadable, and for a moment our eyes locked — until another growl broke the silence.

I snapped my head in that direction and my stomach dropped. Ohh Goddess, there were so many more rogues that came out of nowhere .

Mark turned, and without hesitation, began tearing through each rogue single-handedly. Everyone around me looked on in stunned horror.

I had never seen anything like it..not even close. Jack and Xavier were Alphas, powerful in their own way, but standing next to Magnus they were nothing.

This was why he was the infamous Alpha . The way he moved, the way he fought… It was something out of a nightmare, and it was remarkable.

I stood on my feets, Zia whimpered in my head. As omegas, we were bound to cower before someone carrying that much power.

I slipped away and hid in one of the rooms. I didn't want to get in trouble.. who knew if Mark would bother saving me a second time?

And why had he saved me at all?

Magnus had made it painfully clear he didn't want me, didn't see me as his mate. So why had his wolf even moved for me?, doesn't he also hate me like Magnus?

Something was in Mark's eyes when he was staring at me. I shook my head, he was just killing those rogues, nothing more.

There was no way his wolf cared for me. It was impossible, especially when the human side of him had already shown me nothing but disgust.

‘We should be out there fighting’, Zia muttered in my head, frustrated that I was hiding.

I shut her out. God, this wolf — did she not understand that we were omegas, not Alpha or Beta warriors built for battle? At least my human side still had the sense to think clearly. I love my life, better coward than die.

Only the Goddess knew how long the fighting went on. When I finally heard nothing from outside, I crept to the door and slowly pushed it open, peeking outside.

The scene outside knocked the air from my chest.

Many of the guests stood huddled together, pale and shaking. Every rogue was dead..not one had survived — but the cost was heavy.

Bodies from our side lay still across the ground, people who had arrived just hours ago to celebrate. They didn't deserve sudden death.

My eyes burned with tears.

I searched the crowd without meaning to, my gaze moving through the chaos looking for Magnus. Why so?

Deep inside me, the mate bond still pulled, quiet but stubborn, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.

I spotted Julie, dad, then Chloe. They were fine. But where was he?

Then I heard my own voice before I even realised I was moving.

“Tom”!

He was slumped against the wall, bleeding. I rushed to him, tears already sliding down my face. His wounds were bad, but he gave me that familiar lopsided smile.. the one that always tried to tell me he was fine even when he wasn't.

I carefully helped him up, guided him to a chair, and reached for the first aid box, but he caught my hand.

“I'm fine, Amara. Look — they're already healing”.

I glanced down at his injuries and he was right. The skin was slowly knitting itself back together, thanks to our werewolf healing powers.

Suddenly the air shifted, feeling more chilly and suffocating.

It went colder all at once, heavier, like the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees. The feeling of someone's dangerous eyes on me was so sharp it was almost physical. I turned to look at that intensity.

Magnus had just come in from outside, wearing nothing but his pants, his entire body painted in blood. My heart stopped beating. Was it his blood? Part of me wanted to go to him, wanted to ask if he was okay.. but I knew better.

Chloe spotted him and rushed toward him, but Magnus wasn't looking at her.

He was looking at me.

I followed his gaze and went still when I realised Tom's hand was still wrapped around mine, and we were sitting close together.

I gently unwrapped Tom's fingers from my hand. He didn't stir; his head had drifted to the side of the chair, his eyes closed.

But I was still sitting near him, and Magnus was still glaring.

What is his problem?.I wanted to snap at him. He hated me. He had chosen Chloe, and now engaged to her — what right did he have to look at me like that?

He had made his choice. He didn't get angry about it .

After throwing me a few nasty glares, Magnus turned and went inside without a word. Chloe hurried after him.

The evening wore on slowly. Guests began to leave as soon as they were healed enough to move. Families came to collect the dead bodies. Tom left too, I offered to help him get home but he insisted he was alright.

Eventually Dad appeared and ordered the house staff to begin cleaning, while Xavier and Jack pulled him aside to discuss the attack, why so many rogues suddenly came here, why now.

I was exhausted in a way that went deeper than my bones. I was just turning toward my room when Julie stopped me and told me to help clean up, after giving me an order she walked away.

I sighed and got back to work. Do I have an option?, no ofcourse not. How she saved, why didn't any rogue try to attack her, ahh lucky b***h.

By the time I finished, the house staff had long gone home. The night had crept in fully, dark and quiet. My body felt like it was slowly giving up on me.

I stood in the hallway and thought of Magnus.

I didn't expect anything from him, I wasn't foolish enough to hope for that anymore. But he saved my life.

If he hadn't been there, I would already be dead. That meant something, even if it didn't mean what I wanted it to. I owed him my gratitude, and I wanted to give it — honestly, quietly, nothing more.

I waited until the house had fully settled into darkness before I moved. I didn't want Chloe to see me near him and twist it into something else.

She already made my life difficult enough, if she knew Magnus was my mate she would kill me.

When I finally reached his door and knocked, nothing happened. I knocked again. Silence. I hesitated, then touched the door, it swung open on its own. I peeked inside.

The room was empty.

I stepped back into the hallway, ready to leave, and noticed that Chloe's door was open too. She wasn't in her room either.

I told myself to go back. I told my feet to turn around.

They didn't listen.

Something pulled me outside, instinct, or maybe just that stubborn mate bond whispering things I didn't want to hear.

There was an old storage room beside the house; Chloe had shifted some of her things into it recently and renovated that room.

I found myself walking toward it without fully understanding why, some quiet voice in the back of my mind already warning me to stop, to go back, to not know.

I didn't stop.

As I got closer, I heard some faint voices, no moans.

Ohh God just like that, yeah.. f**k me harder—

Chloe's voice.

I went pale. My feet stopped moving. My ears were ringing.

No. No, this can't—

The tears came before I could stop them. A sob broke from my lips, raw and quiet and awful.

My mate was inside that room with her. They were f*****g.