Mated To My Sister’s Alpha Fiance

Skylar

It’s an hour until my Luna ceremony will begin, and the atmosphere around the breakfast table is… weird.

Lucas‘ parents haven’t stopped smirking and smiling at me from across the table, and I have this sinking feeling that they know that their son f*cked me in about thirty different positions yesterday.

But it isn’t my fault!

Sure, I was loud, but I didn’t expect it to feel so good to be f*cked in both holes! Having sex with someone who isn’t only a werewolf but a mix of demon, angel, and vampire is just too perfect. At one point, I had an orgasm just from having Lucas bite me and get his vampiric pleasure toxins in my system. It was pure heaven.

“Are your pancakes okay?” Lucas asks as he sits down beside me with a big plate of bacon and eggs.

“Perfect,” I tell him, my mouth full of pancakes and strawberries plucked from their garden. “The strawberries are really tasty.”

“I’m glad.”

Lucas munches on his own food, and I blush when I see this big grin growing on his mom’s face. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“So,” Daisy drawls as she looks between me and her son with this shit–eating grin. “Are you guys using protection, or can I be expecting pups in about two months?”

“Mom!” Lucas exclaims, face entirely red.

“What?” she asks. “Aren’t I allowed to be excited?”

Even though I know Daisy means well, I can’t fight the rising heat on my face. I don’t want it to show, so I keep my eyes trained on the plate in front of me, stabbing a strawberry with more vigor than necessary.

“Stop embarrassing the kids, Daisy,” Xavier says as he reaches for a piece of toast.

“They can handle it,” Daisy winks at me before focusing on her son once more. “So, big day today, huh?”

“It is,” Lucas agrees without meeting her gaze. “Skylar will be announced as my Luna and there’s nothing more exciting than that happening right now. She is not pregnant, so stop looking at me with those sparkly eyes.”

“Fine, you win,” Daisy slumps her shoulders in defeat.

Since she could only have one child herself, I wonder if she is hoping for me and Lucas to have more than one…if that’s even possible. Lucas is a quadbrid, and I know it’s rare for pups to survive when they are mixed with so many species.

“I have prepared two seats on the balcony,” Xavier interrupts my thoughts and smiles when I look at him. “The pack is all gathering outside the mansion as we speak, and it’s sunny weather, the perfect day to announce a new Luna.”

“Don’t make her more nervous, Dad,” Lucas warns. “The more you talk about, the more frightened she gets. If you keep it up, Skylar might run away.”

I snort. “I would never!”

Lucas just grins while his Dad studies me with a serious expression that makes me straighten up in my chair. Even though he isn’t the Alpha, he holds an air of importance, and he seems to like the effect he has on people.

A small smile curls his l*ps. “The pack has been without a Luna for some time now. You’re filling an important role, Skylar Don’t take it lightly.”

I nod solemnly at Xavier’s words, swallowing against the lump in my throat. I know the weight of being a Luna – it’s more than just being mated to the Alpha. The Luna is the mother of the pack, responsible for its members‘ emotional well–being, inter–pack relations, and ensuring harmony within the pack.

“I won’t disappoint you, sir,” I assure him, looking up from my plate to meet his eyes.

“That’s my future daughter–in–law,” he says, raising his mug in a toast.

After breakfast, Daisy leads me to a room where servants will prepare my makeup, hair, and dress. I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I see the selection of white, traditional dresses worn by the previous Lunas of the pack.

“As the pack’s second Alpha, I never wore one of these,” Daisy says in a wistful voice. “And while Ldon’t regret it, I’m excited to see you wear one, Skylar. You’re going to look beautiful.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Daisy takes my hand and leads me to the most beautiful one. It’s made of soft silk and adorned with intricate lace patterns along its bodice and sleeves.

“This one would fit your body nicely,” Daisy says. “You’re short and slim–this dress will make you look stylish and elegant. Do you want to try it?”

“Sure,” I reply, my heart pounding in my chest as Daisy helps me slide the dress over my head. It falls perfectly over my curves and cinches at the waist, exaggerating my petite figure. I spin around, letting the dress billow out around me.

A gasp escapes Daisy’s l*ps when she sees me. “You look beautiful. Just like a Luna should.”

Her words make me blush, but my mood falls a little when I hear the servants whispering behind us. It’s a group of young women from the pack.

One of them, a redhead with piercing green eyes, seems to be the most outspoken. “Don’t you think she’s a bit young to be a Luna?” she asks; her voice is low, almost a whisper, but still loud enough for us to hear.

“Oh, she only looks young, but she is older than Lucas.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

Another one, a girl with dark hair and sunki*sed skin, looks me up and down with an eye roll. “She’s not beautiful, though. Why would a man like Lucas, who can change his appearance freely, pick someone so…plain?”

“Uh–huh,” another one agrees. “She is nothing.”

“But I bet Lucas feels bad for her because she is an orphan.”

“Oh my god, you’re totally right–Lucas probably chose her to gain the sympathy of the older members of the pack, those who are still sour about him deciding to be the sole Alpha.”

“Yeah, there’s really no other explanation for why he accepted Skylar as his mate.”

“It’s war times, too,” another one says with a shrug. “And guess what? Accepting your true mate makes an Alpha incredibly strong, so yeah, he is probably just using her for the moment. But trust me, once we are no longer at war, he will dump her for a prettier

woman.”

Daisy immediately stiffens beside me, and I can tell she’s about to confront them, but I gently squeeze her hand. “It’s fine,” I tell her softly. “I knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“But they shouldn’t-”

“Let them talk,” I interrupt her, pulling away reluctantly.” I need to get ready.”

Seeing the determination in my eyes, Daisy gives me an encouraging smile and lets go of my hand.

With the help of two older servants–who thankfully are much friendlier–I get my hair styled into a half– updo with soft curls cascading down my back and minimal makeup to highlight my natural features.

I like my real skin to show, and I giggle when one of my red curls stubbornly falls into my face.

That’s more like the Skylar I know.

“Now that’s a Luna if I’ve ever seen one,” Daisy says as she places her hands on my shoulders. “Are you ready to head outside to meet your pack and your Alpha?”

I’m not ready at all, yet I force a smile. “Let’s go.”

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