My Fated Mate Chose My Sister, So I Left
Grad school was about to start, and my fated mate, Elias Thorne, offered to buy my plane ticket.
But on the day we were supposed to leave, he handed me a bus ticket with a smile.
"We wanted to see what a weak little werewolf like you would look like after a full day on a bus, so we only bought you a bus ticket."
He took my sister's hand and boarded a business-class flight while I hauled my suitcase off to begin a twenty-four-hour coach ride by myself.
After a full day of travel, I reached the school at the very last moment of registration day.
When I handed the staff member my enrollment paperwork under the name Liliana Moretti, he said the documents contained errors and did not match the in