My Alpha Chose My Sister, So I Chose Someone Else
Before our mating ceremony, my fated mate, Pavel Blackwell, took me and my older sister, Vivienne, out for seafood.
The server recognized them and came over smiling.
"The usual for you two?"
Pavel nodded.
At the window table with the best view, he slid into the seat beside Vivienne without a second thought.
The crab came out of the steamer, and he cracked the shell open piece by piece and passed the meat to her.
The sweetest roe and the firmest leg meat all went to Vivienne.
I had been put at a spare chair shoved into the aisle, without so much as a dish of sauce in front of me.
Halfway through the meal, the server appeared with a couples' silverware set.
"Pavel, Vivienne, this is your hundr