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

　　I was in my room, getting ready to make my exit from the mansion when suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the silence.


　　It's one of those nights, that always feels strange and out of the ordinary. As it was an odd day.


　　"Come in," I beckoned, my voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.


　　Daisy stepped into the room, she stood at the door side, observing before moving closer.


　　"I know tonight is one of those nights," she said, her expression filled with concern.


　　"One of those nights of what?" I inquired, turning to face her.


　　"One of the nights where you switch to your beast form," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a heavy mist.


　　"Yes, and that is why I need to leave," I replied, and continued with what I was doing, the sense of urgency palpable in the air.


　　"What If I could be of help to you," she said, her voice laced with compassion and confidence.


CHAPTER 24 Her Command