When Our Fated Mates Were Swapped

Across the long wooden table sat two men from the Pierson pack.

One was Mike Pierson, the Pierson pack's Alpha, a werewolf known for his cold, reserved demeanor.

The other was Phil Pierson, from a lesser branch of the Pierson bloodline, known for his gentle and considerate nature.

[This time, I'm taking the real Alpha for myself.] A familiar voice suddenly rang in my mind.

It was my sister, Tilda Archer.

I glanced at her, but her lips hadn't moved. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Phil.

[Phil, I'll make sure you choose me before she even gets the chance. You're mine!] Tilda's voice echoed in my mind again.

And in that instant, I understood.

I hadn't just been reborn. Whenever someone like Tilda or Phil harbored malice toward me or pretended to be someone they weren't, my wolf could hear their thoughts and transmit them to me word for word.

And judging by the way Tilda was already scheming, I had a feeling she'd been reborn too. Otherwise, there was no way she would have thought this far ahead, let alone set her sights on Phil the moment she saw him.

Sure enough, the next moment, Tilda slipped away from Dad and hurried over to Phil.

She put on an innocent, bashful expression and deliberately took a seat beside him. "Hi, Phil. I'm Tilda. I like you, and I think we'd be a perfect match." She batted her eyelashes at him.

Dad cleared his throat, giving Tilda an indulgent look before turning to me. "Lucia, now that Tilda has chosen Phil, you'll be Mike's mate."

The moment he finished, a smug, vicious smile flickered across Tilda's face. She laughed coldly to herself. [This time round, Lucia, you can have that cold, pathetic excuse for a man all to yourself. He won't be around for much longer.]