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Marigold POVMargaux and I?We were twins.Identical. Same bone structure, same face shape, same slightly-too-pointy nose that our mother pretends is “distinguished” but I know came straight from Dad’s side of the family.But that’s where the similarities ended.Margaux was confident. Elegant. The kind of girl who could walk into a room and have people rearranging their entire mood just to match hers. She had friends without even trying, smiled like she’d been trained by royalty, and somehow managed to make even chewing gum look like an art form.Me? I’m Marigold. The “other twin.” The one people only remember after a mental pause. I was shy—not the adorable, soft kind of shy that boys in movies find endearing, but the awkward, stutter-over-my-own-name type. I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t charming. I was… well, I was smart, I guess, but apparently that’s less impressive when your sister is basically a walking PR campaign for herself.And in case you think I’m exaggerating the favoritism?

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I felt the men’s frowns like heat on my fur. The older warriors looked uneasy. Even my father stiffened. Because this wasn’t just rare — it was unheard of. A black wolf meant a fighter, a leader in battle. And me? I wasn’t supposed to be either of those things.Margaux’s white wolf stepped toward me, her ice-blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly.For the first time in my life, every eye was on me when we all shifted back to our human form.But everyone acted like nothing had happened — like I hadn’t just turned centuries of Pack tradition on its head.But not Margaux.She was staring at me across the firelight, her blue eyes sharp and cold. The kind of look that could curdle milk. She hated sharing the spotlight, and tonight she hadn’t just shared it — she’d lost it.Meanwhile, we all shifted back to our human form, wore a new dress, then I walked and stood behind my brothers, Hamlet and Alex, the perfect little wall of blond-haired, broad-shouldered Whiteland men.And I knew exactly w

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I blinked. Then frowned right back at him. “Well, first of all, I’m not—”I didn’t get to finish.One second I was standing by my car, the next I was airborne. He moved so fast it made my wolf stir in alarm. His hands — warm, firm, and annoyingly gentle — gripped me like I was nothing more than a wayward kitten.And then slam — I was on the back of that massive motorcycle, my knees wedged against his hips, the cold metal biting through my jeans.“Hey!” I snapped, shoving at his back. “Do I look like a sack of potatoes to you?!”No answer. Just the low, steady rumble of the engine as he revved it hard.Before I could twist away, we were flying — the wind tearing at my hair, the night air whipping past my cheeks as he sped toward the border like it wasn’t almost 2 a.m. and I wasn’t seconds away from either jumping off or biting him.My emergency escape? Officially hijacked.And whoever this man was… he clearly didn’t care that I wasn’t Margaux.Because the way his grip tightened on my h

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Meanwhile, at the Wolfgang Pack — a few hours earlierThe moon hung high above the treeline, its pale glow casting sharp shadows through the pack’s settlement. Hamlet and Alex moved with the deliberate quiet of men who knew their business was best done in the dark. The two slipped toward the healer’s hut, eyes darting over their shoulders as though even the wind might overhear.Inside, the air reeked of dried herbs, burning sage, and something darker — something that didn’t belong in a healer’s place unless the intent was far from healing.“We need it strong,” Hamlet murmured, his voice low, urgent. “Fast. Before they even know they’ve been touched.”The healer, an older she-wolf with more wrinkles than mercy, squinted at them. “You know what you’re asking for.”Alex’s lip curled. “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.”Her gnarled fingers plucked jars from high shelves — crushed nightshade, powdered belladonna — before reaching for the deadliest jar of all. Wolfbane. Not the diluted stuf

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“That’s what I’ve been trying to say to you since you kidnapped me!” I snapped, swinging my leg off the bike like we were just two friends arguing over coffee instead of a possibly royal-scale disaster. “I am Marigold.”He yanked his helmet off, massive shoulders straightening. The man—no, the Alpha—towered over me, his shadow swallowing mine whole. His eyes scanned me like he was trying to burn holes through my skin.“But you have blonde hair. The report said Marigold had dark hair.”I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained something. “Yeah, genius, I dyed it. People do that when they’re trying not to get murdered. Kind of a survival instinct.”His jaw flexed. I could see the moment the truth started to hit.“WHAT THE—” he stopped himself, teeth bared. “I took the wrong girl?”“Yup.”“And let Margaux die?!”“Yup.”His nostrils flared. “Do you have any idea what that means for the royal family?”“Not that I care?” I shrugged, deadpan.“You silly, reckless woman! Margaux’s womb—”“Oh

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Marigold POVAlpha Gregor wasn’t kidding when he said “let’s run for our lives.” His voice had that lethal edge—like the kind that said if we stay, we die… or worse.I’d caught most of his earlier conversation with that guy Zach—because hello, werewolf hearing is basically nature’s gift for eavesdropping—and what I heard made my stomach do backflips. The part about me awakening some “unheard-of-for-centuries warrior wolf” was enough to make me choke on my own spit. But then he dropped the Dark Wolf thing? Yeah, no. I’m not even sure what that means, but judging by Gregor’s pacing, it’s not a title people just hand out like candy.And now apparently, the most feared Alpha in America was… my babysitter?Great. Absolutely fantastic.Except one problem—I’m not Margaux.I’m just… me. Marigold. Low wolf. Nobody special. With trust issues.Which was absurd. I mean, me? I wasn’t special. I was barely above Omega rank in pack politics, the “don’t look at me or I’ll drop the tray” type. But ap

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He didn’t even flinch. Just grabbed the tattered curtain from the window and tossed it toward me like this was all in a day’s work.My face was on fire, but my mouth kept moving because embarrassment makes me stupid. “Seriously, do you grow that thing in wolf form? Is it part of the whole Alpha upgrade package?”One dark brow arched, dangerously close to smirking. “Are you done?”“No. I have at least twelve more questions but I’m prioritizing survival right now.” I wrapped the weird looking gray curtain around myself like a toga and tried not to look anywhere near his lower half ever again.And because the moon goddess clearly hated me, that’s when he decided to drop the real bomb.“The Black Fang won’t stop,” he said, voice low and grim. “They know what you are now.”Oh God, please wear something.I swallowed, clutching the curtain tighter. “And what exactly am I? Because last I checked, I’m not Margaux. I’m just a low-rank wolf who got dragged into your royal soap opera.”His eyes l

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Several hour later.The rain had started up again—hard, fat drops hammering the cabin roof like nature’s own war drum. The fire in the hearth spat and hissed every time a draft shoved smoke into the room, the scent of uncooked rabbit meat still hanging thick in the air because someone—someone—couldn’t skin it properly without making a mess.That someone was now sitting cross-legged on the worn rug in front of me, Marigold’s hair a wild halo from where she’d been running her hands through it like a stubborn child.We’d been at this for an hour. An hour I could’ve spent sharpening blades or contacting my scouts, but no—here I was, trying to teach a woman how to pretend to be her own twin.“For the last time,” she said, her tone drenched in irritation, “why the hell would I love pretending to be Margaux? She was a fashionista. Yes, she had nice clothes. Yes, she loved to talk. But she had the brain of a worm. I can’t act stupid. I don’t know how to act like I don’t know what algebra is.”

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The second the footsteps broke into a run, my wolf surged forward like a living storm inside me, bones snapping and shifting, claws tearing through my fingertips before I could even think about keeping it “subtle.”The door burst open, rain slicing through the air, and there they were—Black Fang warriors, all steel and snarls, their red-marked armor gleaming under the flashes of lightning.Marigold? She was in Margaux's mood.She was leaning against the table, inspecting her nails like we weren’t seconds away from becoming very messy corpses.“Any day now, Alpha,” she drawled without looking up. “Or should I pretend to faint first for dramatic effect?”I didn’t bother answering. My wolf had taken over, muscle and fury stretching my body into something bigger, sharper, deadlier. The first Black Fang lunged, sword up, and I tore through him mid-air, my claws splitting armor and bone like paper. His scream ripped into the storm before being swallowed by the thunder.Behind me, her voice

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By the time we stumbled into the little human town, we looked like we crawled out of a swamp. No shoes. Soaked clothes. Mud up to my calves. Hair plastered to my face. And, because the universe loves a dramatic punchline, Alpha “I’m Too Serious For Life” Gregor stomped into the shabby little inn like he was conquering a kingdom.We were supposed to be at the next safehouse. Nice, quiet, hidden from the world. Maybe with actual food and—gods forbid—dry socks. But no. According to Zach, our brilliant little tech wizard, the Black Fangs were already there, setting a damn welcome party with blades and wolfsbane cocktails.So here we were. In the middle of human territory. Looking like two beggars who got thrown out of a bar fight.Gregor stalked beside me, broad shoulders hunched into a coat that was at least two sizes too small. It pinched under his arms, and every time he moved, I swore I heard a stitch cry for help. The mighty Alpha of Midnight Pack looked like he borrowed his clothes

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