Grace’s POV 20 years ago… “Grace, so you want to meet your baby sister?” My Daddy asks. How can he ask me this? I’m the pack’s princess, I’m supposed to have brothers. I don’t want to share my title. This is my pack. “No, Daddy, I’ll stay here. I’m reading a really good book,” I answer, not meaning it. Then, a thought hit me. “Daddy, will she take my room?” “Who?” Daddy looks confused. “My, the new baby,” she is not my, urg, I can’t say that word. “No, she will have her own room,” Daddy laughs. “Come on princess, come meet your sister. Your brothers are waiting.” I, reluctantly, leave my bed, and join him and my brothers on our way to the hospital, to see that person mom gave birth to. I roll my eyes, as everyone coos over and over: ‘how cute,’ ‘so beautiful,’ ‘awww’. “Grace, do you want to hold Gemma?” Mom asks me and I just shake my head in disgust. I don’t want to touch that thing. “What’s your deal, Grace?” My twin G asks. It’s easy for him
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