Mated in the Shadow of My Sister novel Chapter 209

Chapter 0209

(Brady POV)

I took the shot in one fast gulp and then turned back to Charlotte.

“You know that you are supposed to shoot shots, not sip them, right?” I asked her.

She rolled her eyes. Even in my drunken stupor, I could not help but notice how pretty her eyes were.

“I don’t normally drink whiskey,” she explained.

“Ah. Then why now?”

“I just rejected my…. I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

I gave her a knowing smile. “Your mate. You just rejected your mate.”

Charlotte looked at me like she had just gotten caught with her hand in a cookie jar. I smiled. “I am a wolf

too.”

She looked relieved. “Oh. Really?”

“Yeah. You probably cannot smell my wolf that well right now because he is buried under a couple bottles.

of wolfsbane whiskey. I needed a break from all things Moon Goddess.”

Charlotte nodded. “Don’t I get that.”

“Wait… if you just rejected your mate, shouldn’t you be passed out in a hospital bed somewhere?”

Charlotte shook her head. “No. My wolf is buried for a while, dealing with the grief of it all, but before she left, she told me that I would be fine. The bond between my mate and I apparently was not very strong, so

the rejection did not knock me out.”

I was taken aback. “Wow.”

“Yep. It happened about two hours/ago. I did not want to go home, and my friend is busy with her mate, so

I came here.”

“It sounds like

your wolf was on the same page as you in terms of the rejection?”

Charlotte nodded and then tilted her head back so that she could drink the rest of her whiskey all at once. “Yeah. My mate was a jerk.”

I ordered more shots for Charlotte and I.

“I have been through a rejection, too. Only problem was that I was the one who was a jerk.”

“Is that why you are here tonight?”

“No. I am here because I fell for another she-wolf, but she fell for her a&&hole fated mate. I came into town to save her from him, and I told her that I loved her, and yet she went ahead and marked him tonight

anyway.”

“Oooh, that’s rough.”

“Yeah.”

We toasted our next shots and took them together.

“So what happened with your mate? Why did you reject him?”

Charlotte shook her head. “I told you, I am not drunk enough for that part.”

“You cannot leave me hanging.”

” quess

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. I will have to.”

I thought for a moment. “Well… the hotel gift store sells wine and spirits. Why don’t we buy a few bottles

and go up to my room to drink them. Then you can tell me the rest of your story.”

Charlotte paused.

“You are not a serial killer or anything, right?”

“I have never served a day in prison.”

“So you may be a serial killer, but you have never been caught?”

“Exactly.”

“So you would be a smart serial killer?”

“You could say that.”

Charlotte put her finger to her chin, pretending to be in deep thought. “I guess if my options are to go home and face my parents-who will know immediately that something is wrong with me- versus go up to your hotel room and get killed by a smart serial killer

“-your drunken self would choose the serial killer?”

“Yeah. But before you kill me, promise me that you will tell me the rest of your rejection story?”