All Chapters of MY SISTER'S MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Zanele Okafor"Hey, wake up your sleeping wolf spirit, Ayomide," Jabari Kane snaps, giving my sister a sharp, mocking side-eye from the bench. "Who gave your simple brain such massive confidence to think your fur looks a single bit prettier than Zanele's?""Y-You...""What? Did my bared fangs say a single wrong thing to your ears?" Jabari knits his small little eyebrows together, looking at her fake face with pure disdain. "My mind wonders why an adult female like you still carries absolute zero self-awareness inside the territory.""Did your little mouth just tell my face that I carry no self-awareness?" Ayomide drops her knees to the floor rugs and snatches the boy's shoulders with her sharp claws. "Listen to my growl, pup. I am the true birth mother who carried your body and Amara's fur inside my womb. No matter how much your little hearts hate my scent, this is a pack fact that will never change across the forest. Sooner or later, my boots will move permanent into the Blackthorne

A massive wave of pure relief washes through my blood after the final silver spike sinks home.My palms then drop down to press against Max’s wrist furs, tracking the immediate, subtle changes inside his pulse.Just then, a heavy series of frantic boot-steps comes echoing from the outer stone corridor. Before our frames can move, the master bedroom door is slammed open, and a whole group of well-dressed, angry pack elders forces their way into the space.Holding a thick mountain weed cigar between his teeth, a male wolf with slicked-back gray hair glares straight at my mask with freezing eyes. "What low female is this? Why are her boots standing inside the leader's den?" he questions loudly.My body stands up straight, my eyebrows knitting together into a deep frown as my eyes face the intruders.In response to my defensive stance, the middle-aged pack elder strokes his chin, letting out a deeply sinister, mocking smile from his fangs.While my mind is quickly calculating a safe path

"Zanele Okafor." I let out a polite, soft smile behind my freckled mask."Zanele. That name carries a beautiful ring across the forest." Max nods his head slightly, a small tear of genuine pack gratitude welling up at the corner of his old eyes. "Your paws pulled my life back from the abyss. The Watsons clan and my own legacy will remember your kindness until our bones turn to dust."Thinking about the absolute circus of crazy relatives who were just screaming for my head, my silver gaze shifts onto Riven’s profile before looking back down at the old leader.My hand waves through the air in a dismissive gesture. "It is my absolute pleasure to help your failing core, Old Mr. Watsons. As for the other wolves who share your blood... I highly doubt their hearts feel the exact same gratitude."Riven’s silver pupils flicker slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and a sudden, rosy red tint floods straight into his tanned cheeks."My tongue is deeply sorry that my wolf completely misunders

Zanele Okafor"Look at this giant young male wolf standing by the den entrance," a loud female voice squeaks right as my boots hit the front grass of Zanele's Mooncrest Villa."His handsome face is so great, his muscles must be waiting for his chosen mate to return from the forest," another old high-blood female whispers back with a big smile."My heart wonders which lucky young girl in our pack dominion network gets to curl up against his heavy fur tonight?"My silver pupils blink behind my freckled mask, feeling deeply dubious about how handsome this stray wolf could truly be. No matter what bloodline he comes from, my mind is completely sure his face cannot look better than those two grand alpha brothers who run the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack. My steps glide nonchalantly past the group of older females, but the exact second my eyes trace the male standing under the archway, my pupils widen in pure, total shock.Idris Blackthorne? Why are his giant alpha boots occupying the dirt out