Mated To My Sister's Boyfriend

Rosalie was short of breath and she felt her fate was sealed. She knew she was almost at her limit, but she drove her wolf, Reign, to move more quickly. She was unable to slow down in time as there was a valley in front of her.

Although fear held her now, she had been here previously and was familiar with this section of the woods. She began to slide down till a sticking bush broke her fall, but it did not stop her from rolling until she hit the ground hard.

The fear made her body tremble as she was in the line of sight of four sets of angry yellow eyes, and the sound of wolf paws thundering indicated that they were approaching and getting closer. If they were able to reach her, their menacing snarl showed that their intentions were not good at all. She simply foolishly walked into the trap set by these rogue lycans, who were waiting for her in the woods.

She couldn't quite figure out what they wanted from her or what she had done wrong to deserve their hatred. She doubted that she would live long enough to find out the answer to this query.

They were closing the distance, growing closer every moment.

Reign let out a painful snort as the impact forced all of the breath out of her lungs. She looked up and saw those four sets of eyes glaring down at her.

With a powerful growl that reverberated throughout the forest, the largest of them stood on its hind legs to declare their victory. If only she hadn't been so desperate that she'd torn herself apart from Tristan and made the stupid decision to run into the woods.

Had she acted with more maturity and spoken those words that would have permanently severed her connection to her ex-mate, she wouldn't be lying there at the mercy of these four terrifying rogues.

They lowered themselves slowly, their gaze, locked on hers.

Her fate rested with them; she was their victim. All she needed was one more try to pull herself out of danger. Her wolf, Reign, wanted to roll onto her side in an attempt to stand again but she was only half successful. She could hardly stand the pain that surged through her side. She needed to go before the four reached where she was. On top of that, she discovered that two of her legs were fractured from the fall when she tried to stand. She thought that her quick run had already hurt them and she was too busy running to notice it.

Reign let out a deafening cry.

She still had many people who loved her, therefore she wasn't ready to die yet. The four devils eventually reached where she was. They walked around her, licking their lips, their eyes a menacing dull yellow color. The large grey furred Lycan shifted, revealing a huge man with a strong build standing in front of her. He