My Sister Stole My Husband, Now Two Alpha Wants Me
She smelled like cinnamon and clean laundry.
"Shh, oh dear, let it out," Nana whispered, rocking me gently. "What is it, sweet girl? Tell me what happened."
Between breathless gasps and uncontrollable hiccups, the truth tumbled out of my mouth like broken glass. I told her everything.
I told her about Marcus—my husband, my fated mate, the man who was supposed to protect me forever. And then I told her about Isabelle. My own flesh and blood. My younger sister.