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

          "Please, Marshal," I beg, tears falling at a rapid pace down my cheeks. "Tell me you wouldn't allow it—you're suppose to be protecting all wolves, Marshal, the whole board of elders is there to—"


          "I know why we exist," he grumbles, his oak eyes pointed elsewhere. "We also exist to protect the major packs and clans from unforeseen problems, Alyson. That means we have to adjust to certain circumstances. More so, we have to start somewhere with testing and unfortunately the marginalized group for that would be rogues."


          I trade a panicked look between Olivera and Marshal, unsure what this truly means, and what the extent of this damage is. Olivera spoke of rogues being tortured and tested on. It was a worry of mine, a reason to help the rogue Alpha, but now I fear it may be bigger than I anticipated. It's got to be if I'm hearing it from Marshal. 


 "So it's true?" I weep. "You're hurting wolves? Killing rogues?"


Book 2 Chapter 33