My sister Wants My Mate!

[12] An Evil Emily A Distraught Isabel And A Confused Ryder.

THIRD PERSON POV.
As Ryder sat down, he examined the room of people. There was many asthetically pleasing people in the room tonight, and before he found his mate, he would have definitely followed his feelings to a long legged blonde at another table. But now, he felt nothing. Just the thought of Isabel set a happy smile on his face. He could still see her lying in bed, all snuggled up; the urge to go home and do that was strong but he knew that this must be done. He needed to talk to Emily, and if he could sort it out then this would be one less problem for Isabel to deal with.

"Can I help you with anything?"

As the waiter came over, Emily checked the time. 19:17. Perfect. In 13 minutes time, her plan would be set in motion. The timer would ring off, waking Isabel up. In another 8 minutes time, she would arrive here, where Emily would be kissing Ryder with her claws on him - who cares if he didn't want her to? This was only step one! Also, it was Isabel's fault for being so predictable. This wouldn't have happened if she wasn't so easy to watch and manipulate. Seducing him would be easy after he broke it off with her, and of course the mate bond would break. It would be such a shame if she had to move towns, and live with her broken heart forever. Then Ryder would remember how she was like her sister, and come crawling back on his knees for her to be with him. After some begging, she definitely would accept.

"Can I get a bottle of your finest wine please? I will collect it from the bar, thanks" Replied Emily, licking her lips to grab his attention. Her striking pink lipstick ensured that he would not forget her face tonight - nobody could ever forget who Emily Weatherall was. He smiled nervously, then walked away.

Isabel sighed a deep sigh, then started to converse with Ryder:

"Here's the thing, I wanted to talk to you, you seem to be confused about a couple of things so-"

She cut off for a few moments, as her mind wandered on how she could waste time so that they didn't talk about this. What was she supposed to say? How much she craved attention and power, how being luna was all she ever wanted and she would do anything to achieve it? No, that wouldn't do. Subtleness was a fine art. Looking up, she noticed the wine sitting on the counter, being placed down by another gorgeous specimen. Oh my, she would have to come here more often. She then nodded in the direction of the bar to indicate to Ryder where she was going, before standing up and walking along to grab the bottle. Opening her purse, she subltly crushed a sleeping pill in her hand, pored both of them a glass of wine and slipped it in. She also checked her watch to see that the alarm for Isabel had gone off. Perfect! Everything was going according, just the way she wanted. Just before she walked back to the table, she slipped her hand into the back pocket of the waiters jeans, slipping a number in before winking. She would need someone tonight when thoughts of Ryder crept into her head.

Heading back to the table, she handed him a glass of wine and clanked it with her own.

"To the future"

He repeated it, and as he took a drink, he started to feel incredibly dizzy. She checked her watch one more time, before noticing that it was time to start the kiss.

Leaning in, she placed her red claws on his shoulder, pulled him in and placed his lips on hers. He allowed her to bite his lip and nibble away, before he dragged her closer. This was going better than expected! She pushed down the thought of repulsion and instead imagined her future as leader of the pack. This was all worth it. A gasp in the distance made her place his one hand on her chest, then swiftly pull apart, placing a distraught expression on her face. Inside, she was smirking. Yes! All she had to do now was get Ryder home in the next 15 minutes before he fell asleep. Then she would go to waiters house and enjoy her night.

Oh, what a plan.

ISABEL POV.

BRING!!!!!

I jolted awake as a new message appeared on my phone. Groaning, I wished that I had put it on silent, as I was pretty sure that was the worst possible noise to wake up to. Reaching out, I lifted it up to see a message from Ryder's phone, asking me to come urgently with the address below.

Rolling out of bed, I leapt up as fast as I could, then chucked on some clothes. In five minutes I was in my car, driving to the place. I was so nervous - what had Ryder done that was so urgent for me to be there straight away?

Entering the restaurant, I strode inside, looking for Ryder. He would probably be alone at a table. Although I appreciated the effort to surprise me, he could have told me that he was taking me to a romantic restaurant so that I could have dressed up! With a smile on my face, I spun around, scanning the tables to find him.

Then my heart lurched.

A head of bleach blonde hair was attached to his head, and he seemed to be enjoying it! I wasn't sure if it could get any worse, but it seemed that it could when he placed his hand on her breast.

A moan of despair came out of my mouth- how could he do this to me? He knew how I felt. He said he loved me. If you couldn't trust someone who is supposed to be perfect for you, who could you trust?

They instantly broke apart, a confused look on Ryder's face.

"Isabel? Sweetie, come here" he murmured, gesturing towards him. A hysterical laugh erupted from my chest as I stalked forward. Bringing my hand close to his face, I slapped him hard, then pushed his chest. Ryder, sprawled out on the floor did nothing but fuel my anger.

I then rushed out out the restaurant, tears streaming down my face. Did the mate bond mean anything to him? Why did he gesture forward as if he wanted me to come to him? He knew how I felt about Emily and him!

Oh, that good for nothing slut! Fuming was not even the word for what I was feeling towards that thing.

EMILY POV.

I let out a little laugh as I picked Ryder up from his seat, and chucked a few 20's on the table to pay the bill.

I knew my plan would work, but not this well. The mate bond would soon be broken, and then he would find comfort in me.

Just before I left, the waiter slipped an address in my jacket pocket. I sent him a knowing smile back; he would be paid a visit tonight.

Opening the car door, I placed Ryder on my backseat. Then, taking some of my lipstick, I smudged some pink shade on his face, and ripped open his top and smudged some more on his chest. Phew, that was one fine six pack. Ruffling up his hair, I then closed the door before taking out my mobile. I took a photo to prove that he was in my car and passed out, just for safe measures. I then phoned Josh.

"Hi Josh. I need you to do as I ask, no questions. Ok? Go find Isabel and comfort her. You know what that entails. Oh, and don't bother me for the rest of the night. Night sweetie, love you."

Smirking, I ended the call before taking out the slip of paper. Reading it quickly, I realized that it was just around the corner, and started to walk towards my final destination of the night.

How beautifully my plan was working.