My heart raced as Alaric spoke, excitement coursing through my entire body. I turned to look at Delilah, who was standing next to me. Our gazes met, and she gave me a cold stare.
"With you all as my witnesses, I present to you my Luna, Delilah Fairchild."
Wait! What? Delilah, not Daisy? What's going on here? Is this some kind of mistake?
Alaric avoided my gaze as I turned to look at him, seeking confirmation if what I heard was indeed true.
He then walked to the end of the stage where Delilah and I stood, reaching out to take Delilah's hands and help her onto the stage.
"I told you not to try too hard, sis. He has always been mine. Do you get it now?" Delilah whispered to me before she ascended the stage.

***

Daisy and Delilah, twin sisters, shared everything and loved each other deeply until they both developed feelings for the same man- Alaric Blackwood, the Alpha of the Blackwood pack.
The happiest day of Daisy's life was when she discovered that Alaric was her mate. "I will declare you as my Luna after my coronation as the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack," Alaric had assured her.
Filled with anticipation, Daisy looked forward to Alaric's coronation, when he would publicly declare her as his Luna. However, the situation took a dramatic turn when, in front of all pack members, Alaric chose Delilah over Daisy, despite their fated bond.
Unable to bear the rejection, Daisy fled and was subsequently attacked by a beast. Fortunately, she was rescued by the mysterious Draco, who showed her nothing but kindness...

Rejected By My Mate, Chosen By The Lycan King

　　"What just happened?" I asked, looking confused.


　　"I don't know, I just saw her falling," Liam replied, his face marked with concern.


　　I scanned her body for the source of the bleeding and noticed her wound had reopened. "I need to stitch her up immediately, let's go," I said, urgency evident in my voice.


　　Liam quickly picked her up and we rushed to her room. He laid her on the bed while I grabbed the first aid kit. Raising her clothes slightly, I accessed the wound on her thigh and gently removed the bandage. I cleaned the wound, added two stitches to those I had done previously, replaced the bandage, and checked her pulse. Everything seemed okay.


　　"Yes, she will be. It's just a minor injury," I replied, though it felt more serious than minor.


　　"How did she sustain the injury?" I knew he had been waiting to ask that, but I wasn't in the mood for an in-depth discussion.


CHAPTER 7 Throw Her Out