Chapter 1

My fiancé Coran is the Alpha heir of Bronzefang pack.

The night before the wedding, Coran took me to meet his friends.

Throughout the evening, he was attentive to me in every way.

His friends all praised him: "Cinnia is so innocent. You really hit the jackpot."

He smiled smugly: "Of course Cinnia is the best. She's not like those shallow, frivolous women out there."

But when I went to the restroom, I overheard him bragging in a lowered voice outside the door:

"Innocent? What's the use of that? When we have sex, she's like a dead fish. She can't compare to Vivian's passion at all. If she and Vivian weren't twins who look exactly alike, I wouldn't even bother touching her."

The next day at the wedding, my sister Vivian showed up with a pregnant belly, and he actually asked me to step aside for them.

I laughed coldly, tore off my veil, and walked over to Cedric, who was sitting in a wheelchair below the stage.

"Everyone says you like me. I'm single now. Do you dare marry me?"

"Hahaha, Cinnia's lost her mind!"

"Choosing a cripple—she's really desperate!"

"Sure, Cedric's father is the Alpha of Vexmoor pack, but everyone knows he's never been valued because of his disabled legs. His father doesn't even acknowledge him as a son. He's nowhere near Coran's level!"

"How embarrassing! She's completely humiliated Silthowl pack!"

Harsh laughter erupted from the guests at the venue.

Each word pierced my heart like a needle.

My father's face turned the color of liver, and my mother rushed onto the stage, gripping my arm tightly.

"Are you insane?! Ruining yourself out of spite?!"

Below the stage, Coran had his arm around Vivian, a smirk of amusement on his face.

"Well, well. I underestimated her. Turns out she's got some guts."

Vivian giggled mockingly: "Guts? I think she's lost her mind. Cinnia, are you sure you want to spend your life with a waste of space?"

She deliberately caressed her swollen belly, her eyes full of provocation and triumph.

My heart felt like it was being viciously torn apart.

I thought tearing off the wedding dress would give me freedom, but instead it brought me even greater humiliation.

Cedric stood up and limped toward me.

Compared to the polished and glamorous Coran, the difference was night and day.

I suddenly regretted it.

Impulse is the devil. Why did I choose a cripple?

Did I really want to spend my life with him?

Cedric stopped in front of me and pulled a ring from his pocket.

The surface was set with tiny diamonds, dull and lifeless, not even a carat.

The diamond ring Coran gave Vivian was a full three carats, sparkling brilliantly.

In comparison, this ring looked pitifully shabby.

The mocking laughter below grew louder.

"Hahaha, even the ring is pathetic!"

"Cinnia, are you really willing to settle for this?"

Tears nearly fell from my eyes.

When had I ever suffered such humiliation in my entire life?

But when Cedric took my hand, I froze.

His hand was warm and steady.

"I dare."

Two words, spoken with certainty.

Not like Coran's honeyed lies, not like the guests' cold mockery.

Just two simple words, yet they made my heart tremble.

"Are you sure? I might bring you trouble."

"I'm not afraid."

He didn't hesitate for a second.

The mocking laughter below grew even louder.

"Two losers make a perfect pair!"

"A cripple and a crazy woman—perfect match!"

Coran called out loudly: "Cinnia, stop being childish. Come back. The baby in Vivian's belly needs a father, and you need a whole man."

A whole man?

I laughed coldly.

What kind of whole man was Coran?

Betrayal, deception, playing with sisters' feelings—was that his version of being whole?

Coran and I were fated mates. We fell in love shortly after meeting, and because we were both descendants of Alphas, marriage would benefit the cooperation between our packs, so we quickly confirmed our engagement.

When our families got engaged, I introduced him to my sister Vivian.

Coran was very interested in Vivian at the time. Coran said: "I've never seen twin sisters before, so I'm curious."

Later, during several dates with Coran, he kept asking me to bring Vivian along.

Now that I think about it, the two of them must have hooked up back then.

I looked at Cedric. His legs might be disabled, but his werewolf bloodline wasn't, and his heart certainly wasn't.

"Alright. I'm willing."

I extended my hand and let him place that dull ring on my finger.

The ring was small and fit perfectly, as if it had been custom-made for me.

The crowd below erupted in uproar.