After He Married My Sister
I was in love with him for five years—until he pushed me into the fire with his own hands.
I thought I had simply fallen out of favor, but I was wrong—he married the girl he’d grown up calling his “sister.”
During the month I spent in the hospital, he never came once.
When I finally returned home, I saw her sitting on his lap, smiling sweetly.
And me? I was nothing but the “gold digger,” the “shameless outsider” in his eyes.
It wasn’t until I turned my back and took the Alpha throne of the Bloodmoon Pack
that he went mad, chasing after me, tears streaming down his face.
“I broke off the engagement,” he cried. “Just come back—we’ll get married right now!”