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 stood confidently before the council of elders in Alaric's pack, my eyes scanning the room as I addressed their concerns.


　　"Whatever happened to Alaric?" one elder demanded, his voice gruff with suspicion.


　　"Alaric was corrupt," I replied, my voice firm.


　　"He was secretly working with the witches, putting the entire pack in danger. We had no choice but to eliminate him." I said.


　　The elders murmured among themselves, their faces skeptical. Another elder stood up, his eyes narrowing.


　　"How can we trust you? How do we know you are the real son of the Silverwood Pack ?" he asked.


　　I smiled wryly. "If I wasn't the true son of the Silverwood Pack, I wouldn't be standing here, pretending to be someone I'm not. I have the blood of the Silverwood running through my veins," I replied.


　　A third elder spoke up, his voice laced with doubt. "But can we trust you to rule with wisdom? Alaric only cared about himself, not the well-being of our pack."


CHAPTER 94 A Shocking Turn Of Events