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 remained standing at the ritual ground, focused on finishing the ritual. The air was thick with otherworldly energy, and I could feel the weight of the magic bearing down on me. I had to complete the ritual, no matter what.


　　Daisy was extremely weak, her body frail and fragile. She was so exhausted that she couldn't even muster the energy to scream. Her eyes seemed sunken and filled with unbearable pain.


　　As I looked at her, I could see the suffering etched on her face. Her skin was pale and clammy, her breathing shallow and labored. Her eyes pleaded for help.


　　The dark magic had wrapped itself around me, and I could feel its dark energy flowing through my body.


　　I held my hands up high, and my voice grew louder as I kept chanting the ancient words.


　　The air around me began to vibrate with otherworldly energy, and I could feel the power of the ritual building up inside me.


CHAPTER 86 Weak To Strong