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"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.
***
Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

When I clawed my way back to consciousness, the space beside my bed was empty. No brooding alpha. No Kieran.


Just Ethan and Celeste hovering like vultures over a kill.


What the fuck? My tongue felt oddly weightless, but the bitterness in my chest was lead-heavy.


"Oh, Sera—" Celeste lunged for my hand with performative sympathy. I yanked back before she could touch me.


Ethan's throat worked as he studied everything in the room—the IV snaking into my arm, the EKG's steady blips, the starch-white pillows—anything but my face. "How are you feeling?"


"Like I've been fucking shot," I rasped.


A muscle ticked in his jaw. "We're sorry this happened to you."


The sarcasm burned on my tongue—Oh, are you? Sorry enough to finally acknowledge I exist?—but the raw guilt in his eyes choked it back. "Thanks," I muttered instead.


Then, like a masochist, I asked, "Where's Kieran?"


Chapter 15 ONE BIG ROLLERCOASTER