My Alpha Stole My Blood to Keep His Mistress Alive

The night before my mating ceremony, my twin sister and I were ambushed and taken by rogue werewolves. Our pack, led by Alpha Alaric, scrambled to gather the payment, but they only had enough to save one of us.

They chose her.

The moment she was freed, she stepped into my place, claiming my fated mate, Alaric, as her own. She wore my dress, stood by his side, and vowed herself to him—while I was left behind, abandoned to the mercy of my captors.

But death would have been kinder than what they did to me.