Chapter 8

　　This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead. 　　No wonder wetness pooled between my legs when I saw my brother having sex with Vicky. It was not because I was dissolute, but because my wolf smelled the scent of my mate. I went into heat when my mate was fucking another woman. 　　Everyone knew that My brother, Osborn, had many lovers. His lovers talked about how big his dick was and how good his skills in bed in public. It was known that he was lecherous. 　　I didn't expect such a terrible man to be my mate. Besides, he was my brother. I couldn't accept sleeping with my own brother. That