He was mine ,Until my Sister Claimed Him
“Iza, stop,” Parker said, shaking his head. “She’s your sister. You can’t expect me to just walk away from her.”
Iza leaned closer, her voice low, almost daring. “She doesn’t deserve you. You know it. You feel it. You and I… we fit in ways she never will.”
“That’s not true,” Parker shot back, but his tone wavered. “Lyka is my mate. The bond is real.”
“Bonds can be broken,” Iza whispered, touching his arm. “Tell me you don’t think about me. Tell me you don’t want me.”
Parker pulled away, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I… I can’t do this. I’ll talk to Lyka. We’ll sort this out.”
But he didn’t walk out.
Iza’s hand lingered on his arm. “See? You’re still here.”
Parker swallowed hard. “That doesn’t mean—”
“It means you feel it too,” she cut in softly. “Stop pretending.”
He tried to move, but she stepped closer, her eyes searching his. Her perfume clung to the air, her warmth pressing against him.
“Iza…” His voice was tight, warning, but weak.
“Just one time,” she whispered. “No one has to know.”
He should have left. He knew it. But when her lips brushed his, he didn’t pull away. His chest ached with guilt, his mind screamed Lyka’s name—but his body betrayed him.
The kiss deepened, slow turning urgent, until there was no space left between them. Clothes fell, words disappeared, and soon the line he swore he’d never cross was gone.
Later, tangled in the sheets, the sound of the door creaking open snapped everything back to reality.
Lyka stood there.
Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and for a heartbeat, Parker wished it was a nightmare. But it wasn’t.
“I trusted you,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “And you chose her. My own sister.”
He flinches but doesn’t let go of Iza. “It’s not what you think—”
“It’s exactly what I think,” I cut him off. “You’re mine by fate. Marked by the Moon Goddess. And yet here you are.”
Iza smiles, slow and venomous. “Maybe fate picked the wrong sister.”
Every word is a blade. The child growing inside me twists like a warning. Anger, heartbreak, and desire crash through me all at once.
“I came here to tell you I was carrying your child,” I say. “I thought we had a future.”
He looks at me then, guilt flickering in his eyes, but his body doesn’t move. “I didn’t plan this,” he mutters. “I tried to fight it.”
But even as he speaks, his hand tightens on Iza’s waist.
Now I have to choose: fight for the Alpha I love, reclaim the bond fate gave us—or walk away and leave them to the ruin they’ve built. In a world ruled by packs, blood, and instinct, betrayal cuts deeper than claws, and desire is the hardest wound to heal.