When My Twin Sister Stole My Mate
When the bells for our bonding ceremony tolled, my mate, Alpha Killian, was nowhere to be found.
Before I could question his absence, a video from my mother appeared in the family group chat.
In the video, Killian was on one knee in the banquet hall next door, slipping the Celestine Ring, the ultimate symbol of a Luna's status, onto my twin sister Daisy's finger.
The Pack cheered, and my father stood beside them with a proud expression.
Daisy leaned on Killian's shoulder, sobbing, while he gently patted her back as if she were his bride.
I gathered the hem of my gown, about to rush over and demand an explanation, but my mother's Mind-link slammed into my thoughts.
"Freya, Daisy is your