My Sister Stole My Mate
My sister and I were mated with a pair of twin werewolves.
She mated with the black wolf—strong, imposing, and the Alpha heir to the wolf pack. But he was cold and desireless by nature, with a violent temper that made her life after forming the mate bond unbearable. He often turned on her, leaving her battered and broken.
I, on the other hand, mated with the frail white wolf, who was gentle, considerate, and seemingly weak. Yet with patience and intelligence, he eventually became the Alpha of the pack.
Jealousy consumed my sister. She poisoned me, ending my life.
When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were choosing our mates.
My sister hurriedly reached for the white wolf.
I smiled. Did she really think the white wolf was harmless?