The Alpha’s Mistake: I Married the Wrong Twin
"I hate that I want you."
Those are the words Alpha Kaelen whispers against my skin when the fever takes him.
To the world, I am just Elara, the disappointment, the maid, the shadow of his perfect Luna.
To him, I am a temptation he cannot explain and a sin he cannot confess.
He married my twin sister. He marked my twin sister.
But his wolf knows the truth.
Now, a mysterious "wasting sickness" is killing him, and his wife's touch only makes it worse. I am the only one who can bring him back from the edge.
Every night, I am forced to enter his bedroom.
Every night, I have to touch him to keep his heart beating.
It starts with a cool cloth on his fevered brow. It ends with his heavy body pinning mine against the door, his hands rough and desperate, his nose buried in the curve of my neck.
He thinks he’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m a test.
"Why?" he growls, his hips grinding against mine with a hunger that terrifies me.
"Why does my body scream for you when my mind chose her?"
I am his shameful secret. His midnight addiction.
He thinks he can use me to survive and then return to his wife in the morning.
But the heat is rising. The bond is snapping.
And soon, the Alpha won't just want to touch me.
He’ll want to devour me.