The Savior He Rejected For Her Evil Sister

For years, I was nothing but a biological spare part for my sister, Isabella. My bone marrow kept her vibrant while I withered in the attic.

I thought my mate, Alpha Dante, would eventually see me. I was the one who saved him from the blizzard years ago, not her.

But when a neon sign crashed down outside the jazz club, Dante didn't look at me.

He tackled Isabella, shielding her pristine body, while I was crushed beneath burning silver-plated metal.

I woke up in agony, only to find Isabella accusing me of trying to kill her.