Ormcake

As the adopted daughter of her pack’s Alpha, Eloise married Alpha Atticus, whom she had liked for many years, in place of her sister.
Even after all the hurt she had gone through previously, she still thought that day was the best moment she had ever experienced.
“Do you think that if you married me instead of your sister, that I would fall in love with you? Your only use is to provide your sister with blood to prolong her life!” 
In reality, Atticus was not a good mate to her, and he was also the one who destroyed everything she had in life. Eloise worked hard to mend their relationship, but her efforts were all in vain.
Her sister nestled in her husband's arms and said pitifully, “I hope you’re not angry, Eloise. Although your wolf is Atticus’ mate, he can’t feel it. He chose me to be his Luna.”
***
Eloise understood. It was impossible to replace what he wanted, much less give him the love that he desired. Now, there was only one thought in her mind.
She wished she could run away from all of this wrongness.
However, just as she was prepared to leave, she found that matters were not as she had imagined. She possessed far more than she ever imagined.
The next time she sat in the same room as Atticus, their identities changed drastically.
She realized that she must now follow her true feelings and make a decision based on the huge difference between everything she once knew.


EndlessFantasy Translation 

Alpha's Substitute Bride

The_Dreamweavers

"Miss, I think you might... "The servant stood by my bed and switched on the tablet in front of me.

"What? I'm not interested in the morning news," I said impatiently. However, the first piece of news on the news website caught my attention.

Eloise participated in an exhibition held by this pack and successfully joined the Cotton Corporation. Unfortunately, her picture was there, and it only made me feel disgusted.

The news itself didn't surprise me. After all, it wasn't a position that could pose a threat to me. Instead, what surprised me was her necklace.

It was an antique, and I couldn't get it even after much effort. Who had lent it to her?

"What is going on?" I angrily grabbed the pillow and threw it to the floor.

It was an antique from an auction house. It was so precious that no one could borrow it so easily; someone must have helped her.

An Unexpected Situation