"Margaret, you're the older sister, you have to give in to the younger one." In her whole life, those words clung like a curse to Margaret. 
Whether it was her beloved teddy bear, pretty dresses, Halloween candies, or parental love, if Elizabeth asked, she had to unconditionally yield them all up to her. Since young, Elizabeth had weighed down on Margaret like an enormous mountain and suffocated her. 
Fortunately she still had a boyfriend who had loved her for six years—Amster, the pack alpha. 
"You will be my wife and the future luna of the pack," He promised.

Until the day when she and her sister was turning 18 years old, and Amster's lover and fated mate turned out to be her twin sister Elizabeth! 

Margaret watched as Amster, who had said he loved her, passionately kissed with Elizabeth, and announced Elizabeth as the luna without a second thought. 

The only emotional sustenance Margaret possessed crumbled; once again, what belonged to her had been snatched away by Elizabeth. 

What's worse, Amster even asked Margaret to entertain the guests. All because Elizabeth knew nothing except how to wheedle and dress herself up. Unable to refuse the request of her former lover, Margaret agreed to this...

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The way Armstrong was staring at me made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I looked away, pretending to be interested in the potted plants on his desk.

"I miss you, Margaret." I heard Armstrong sigh softly. "A lot has happened in the tribe. I'm the Alpha, but I feel powerless. Elizabeth, she's not as good as you used to be."

Many times back then, I thought about what Armstrong would say to me. He would tell me that he thought I was better. That I was the best one. That he needed me and missed me.

It would have made me feel less miserable and pulled me out of my endless self-doubt and struggle.

But he had to say it to me now. After Donald and I became partners, I was as needy as I was back then. Some people, some things, some words—I had to let them go. I couldn't start over.

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