77 Two Sisters
I had an overwhelming urge to slap Zavir’s pretty face for the state in which I found my little sister after their conversation. But first things first — I needed to get my girl away from that werewolf.
So, he confessed. Couldn’t handle the jealousy after seeing a guy next to Tanya, and now she’s the one left hurting.
When a panicked Pasha burst into the café and said some werewolf had dragged Tanya off somewhere, I didn’t have to think long to figure out who it was.
I rushed out of the place on shaky legs, running around and searching for them. I knew he wouldn’t physically harm her, but I was seriously worried about the emotional damage. And I had every reason to be.
Tanya told me everything. She just couldn’t keep all that pain bottled up — pain that hit her far too early in life.
“Alina, I don’t want this, I can’t,” she cried on my shoulder once we were back home, pouring her heart out. “I... love him. And knowing that he’s my mate, my future — as he claims — while he’s sleeping with others… it hurts so much. He’s staked his claim on me, says he’s ready to face the consequences, including marriage — basically calls himself my future husband — and I’m supposed to just calmly accept the other women? And then, once I’m old enough, wait for him with open arms? Maybe I’m wrong, but to me, that feels like betrayal and cheating! And the way he said it so casually, like, ‘Just hang in there, grow up a bit. I’ll be screwing around in the meantime, but you don’t even think about seeing anyone else!’ It’s so unfair and painful, it cuts straight to the soul! Why does this injustice have to fall on me?” my baby sister sobbed, and I could feel her pain — but I couldn’t soothe it or take it away from her.
“He stole my first kiss! He kissed me with the same lips that, literally yesterday—or maybe even today—were kissing someone else!” Tanya was freaking out, her voice full of jealousy and anger. “He’s either mine, or he can go back to his damn ‘stress relief’ girls and let me live my life the way I want! Let me date who I choose! I don’t want to see him anymore! I don’t want to feel this burning ache in my chest from being betrayed…”
It took a while to calm my sister down. She eventually passed out, her head resting in my lap, completely drained. I gently ran my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her, crying with her, grieving with her.
That furry bastard!
He could’ve kept his mouth shut. He didn’t have to tell her about the mate bond—not yet. He didn’t have to mention the other girls, especially while still calling Tanya a “child.”
But she’s not a child anymore. She’s smart, beautiful, strong—an amazing young woman. Some girls her age are already pregnant and having babies. Sure, that’s too early, and I’d never wish that on Tanya right now… but it’s the truth. She’s definitely not a kid. And she deserves better than this half-hearted, “Wait around, maybe in a year or two I’ll finally come to fuck you” nonsense.
I was boiling with rage. I wanted to smash things—preferably furry faces. And that bastard even managed to trick me into agreeing to dinner with him. Tomorrow, I need to gather a ton of information and prepare everything to perfection—so that flea-ridden Alpha won’t have a single thing to complain about. And I will do it! I’ll wipe that arrogant smirk right off his face.
But that’s tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m holding my little sister tightly in my arms, and together we fall into a restless sleep. Even in our dreams, those damned wolves won’t leave us alone.
The next morning, when we woke up and saw ourselves in the mirror, we looked like a mess. From all the crying and sobbing last night, it was like we’d slept inside a beehive. Our faces were swollen, and our eyes were red and sore.
And I’m supposed to show up tonight and go toe-to-toe with the oh-so-honorable Alpha looking like this?
After fixing myself up the best I could, I dove headfirst into work. I spent the whole day researching online, making calls, reaching out to clubs, organizations, and instructors. The dinner was scheduled for six p.m., and I was running out of time fast—there was way too much to do.