On my 18th Birthday, My twin sister married my mate, Alpha Jacob, in my name.
 
 I was Alisa Clark, the she-wolf with the purest blood. The Alphas must feed on my blood. 
 They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse
 
 Yet, my twin Jennifer took away my glory and had me tortured for 6 years! Worse still, My mate allowed it
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 "You've been like a pig for us. He can smell you down here. He's known this whole time."
 
  She took out a mirror and held it up to my face. " You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig."
 
 I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person. 
 
 I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen. My eyes were red from the tears. 
 
 My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life. 
 
 I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic...
 
 "How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me."

The Lunas Second Chance Mate

            She sleeps for hours after Ryan leaves, something about her dreams forcing her to whimper, to kick in her nightmares, and she cries out a few times like she's being hurt. I adjust the blanket over her shoulders, seeing her toy with the tube that drains liquid into her wrist. 


            "Don't fuck with that, sweetheart," I groan, peeling her fingers off the tube. "Settle down now. Lover boy won't be long."


            I hate when she says my name. her voice is so damn soft, too kind, and so innocent that it physically hurts my wolf. I stare at her perfect features, her pink, blushing cheeks and plump cherry lips. She pouts, the notion frustrating beyond belief. I can only picture those lips against my neck, against my own lips, and damn near every where on my body where it matters. 


            She's attractive, that's one thing, but her naivety drives me into a frenzy. 


Book 2 Chapter 20