Chapter 1

After my foster sister died, my Alpha brother became the person who hated me most.

He hated me so much that he sent me to the werewolf black market to be auctioned off for entertainment. What I went through there was beyond words.

On my knees, I begged him for mercy, but all I saw in his eyes was hatred.

If it weren't for you, Lydia wouldn't have died on that operating table! You killed her, now spend the rest of your life paying for it.

But when a Rogue attack came, he didn't hesitate to pull me into his arms, shielding me from every lethal blow.

Blood was coughed against my ear, warm and thick.

If there's a next life, I'd rather never have you as my sister. Lydia is all I need.

I lunged at the Rogues, dragging them down with me—only to wake up five years in the past.

This time, my brother, I'll give you what you want.

You'll only have one sister. I made my decision.

Delilah! You burned Lydia's hand in boiling water just for a piece of candy She saved your life! How did I end up with such an ungrateful sister

The familiar voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes slowly, stunned by the scene in front of me.

This was five years ago—the day I scalded my foster sister Lydia Alvarez's hand.

I really went back in time.

And there he was. My brother. No blood on his lips, no wounds on his body.

He was healthy.

My nose stung. I forced down the wave of emotions and rasped, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have burned Lydia's hand.

He froze.

I looked at him and smiled bitterly.

That candy, it was the one he'd shoved into my palm years ago, eyes red, trying to calm me down after our parents died in that car crash.

Delilah, don't cry. I'm here. I'll take care of you.

He was just a kid then, but he had to step up as an Alpha and raise me.

It made sense he'd forgotten about that candy. I shouldn't hold it against him.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I lowered my head to Lydia, who was lying in the hospital bed.

I'm sorry. I won't fight you for his attention anymore.

Lydia blinked, then her eyes welled up. She looked ready to cry again.

Sis, I didn't mean to step on your candy, I...

Without a word, I turned, grabbed the freshly boiled water from the bedside table, and poured it over my own right arm.

A searing pain exploded through me. Cold sweat soaked my back instantly. I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe.

Does that make us even

They both stared, completely thrown by my sudden shift. My brother was the first to snap out of it. He grabbed my wrist, shouting, Delilah, are you insane

Before I could answer, he snapped at the guards by the door.

What are you waiting for Get a doctor!

A warmth bloomed in my chest. I watched him, comforted.

Back then, he still cared.

His eyes weren't cold yet. Weren't full of hate.

That felt good.

Even though I knew this love was never really mine, I still clung to the warmth of his grip.

But before I could speak, Lydia sniffled and tugged at his sleeve.

I know she just wants you all to herself... but she doesn't have to play the martyr.

Then she turned to me, tears streaming.

Please don't hurt yourself. You're his real sister. I'm just adopted.

That did it. His expression cooled.

I pressed my lips together, ready to defend myself, then stopped.

Sure enough, his voice came out cold.

And here I was, stupid enough to hope. You really are something else. Are you even my real sister

After everything I'd been through, this was nothing. I lowered my head.

Whatever you say.

You—

He choked, pointing at me, lost for words. Finally, he turned to a Beta.

Take her to get that arm treated. Keep her away from Lydia.

I nodded and quietly walked out.

But I didn't go get treated.

Because from the moment I woke up in the past, a familiar sharp pain had been spreading from my heart to every nerve in my body.

I could barely stand.

Right. Last time around, today was the day I was diagnosed with Lycan Heart-Core Failure.

Without a transplant, I had less than two weeks.