"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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Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

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"Come on, Henry! Now is not the time to be foolish. Once their reinforcements from outside arrive, we won't be able to escape!"


With the Lycans ceasing their assault, Martha faced much less pressure in combat. Her mind was clearly much sharper than Henry's, urgency and helplessness apparent on her face.


Henry stood motionless, as if he hadn't heard Martha's warning at all.


I narrowed my eyes slightly, a murderous intent flashing within.


"Their submarine just broke down, so they couldn't achieve their goal of transporting the Lycan Queen. It seems the Moon goddess is on our side! It is destined, Your Highness, you and the queen will definitely be able to leave here safely today!" Elliot, having reverted to his human form, said so nonchalantly while holding his submachine gun.


There were traces of blood on his back, wounds incurred during his struggle with Henry.


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