“You cannot be my mate— we are half-siblings,” I shook my head, my face pale and wan with desperation. “You will marry Yvette and let me go―”

“I want to. But you are my fated mate. You know it too,” Caius grabbed my arm, an expression of abject misery on his face. His wolf howled. “We are bound together. The Moon Goddess would not have made such a mistake. If you are my mate, then you are not my sister.” 

-

All Iris Claude wanted was one night where she wasn’t reminded of her status as the pack alpha’s illegitimate daughter. During the masquerade ball, she finds her mate— but there’s one little problem: he’s her half-brother, the boy who tormented her throughout her childhood. 

Desperate to hide the truth, she flees, only leaving a hair tie behind. She is content to remain in the shadows and watch her fated mate slip out of her hands, but somehow Caius is still constantly antagonizing her, refusing to leave her side, even as his wedding looms closer.  

Caius Wagner is desperate to find his fated mate after their chance encounter at the masquerade ball. But all he has to track her with is a hair tie, and her scent leads straight to the beta’s daughter, sweet Yvette. 

Everyone cheers at this perfect union, but Caius finds himself more drawn to his half-sister Iris Claude each passing day. 

Yet secrets cannot be kept forever. Once the pack finds out they are fated mates, nothing will ever be the same. 

-

[!!NO INCEST AT ALL!!]

I stared at my own reflection and tried to muster up some excitement for my own wedding. I was going to stand at the altar soon, and I had to look like a capable alpha. In just a few minutes, I would have Yvette as my Luna. In a week, Iris would be sent to Stonebreak, and we would never need to see each other except at inter-pack festivals. 


I would not be the freak of nature who had a half-sister for a mate. Out of sight, out of mind. I repeated this mantra to myself as I tied and re-tied my tie for the umpteenth time. I stared at my face in the mirror, trying to make myself look happy. 


This was what I've wanted from the very beginning.


My reflection didn't look like a happy man. Somehow, I looked more like a man on death row. 


"Stop fidgeting," my father ordered. "You're a man now. One that's soon about to become an Alpha. It is unbecoming of you to twitch like an omega."


Chapter 43 - 43: Do The Right Thing