The White Eyes Wolves Twin mates for a broken girl

She woke up with aching joints, stretched, yawned, and opened her eyes to an unfamiliar bed.

Her body was naked and bruised, and the events of the previous night were hazy. One thing was clear, though: she had been deceived and exploited by a stranger who had claimed to be her mate.

 That was a total lie.

 As she ventured into the large hall, the sound of whispering filled her ears. She bowed her head, feeling the weight of their stares and judgemental looks. The cruel words echoed in her mind:"Fat, useless, and ugly." That's what she was.

Standing in the crowd, she watched as Scott, the man who had ravished and used her the night before, took center stage. Her stepsister stood beside him, and she felt a mix of fear and confusion.

Why was her step-sister standing with him?

Alpha Scott's voice boomed through the hall. "Good morning, everyone. I've called you all here to announce my mate." Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she felt important.

Was Alpha Scott going to acknowledge her as his mate, despite her appearance?

But all those hopes were shattered when Alpha Scott turned to her step sister and declared, "I announce to you all the first princess of the Dante's moonlight pack, my mate, and your Luna, Harley Dante."

The crowd erupted in applause, but she felt only shame and humiliation. Tears burned in her eyes as she wondered what she had done to deserve this.

How had she even ended up in the Princeton red moon pack??

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The sunlight streaming into her tiny room cast an unforgiving glare on her face, but Zara's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, unblinking and unyielding.

It was a familiar routine, one she'd grown accustomed to.

Every morning, she'd wake before dawn, lying motionless as the silence stretched out, waiting for someone-anyone to remember she existed.

Her stomach growled as if reminding her that she hadn't eaten since last noon, and she clutched her abdomen pleading with it to silent its angry growls.

Just then, the door swung open and a beautiful woman glided in, her elegant demeanour a stark contrast to Zara's disheveled state. A maid followed closely behind, holding a tray loaded with all manner of tasty but unhealthy snacks.

Zara's heart skipped a beat as she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with alarm as the woman, her step mother,  approached her bedside.

 "It's been really long, Zara," the woman said, her smile faltering. "How have you been doing?" She asked, her tone detached.

Zara instincts screamed to reveal the truth–that she was suffocating under the weight of her confinement. But she bit back her words, forcing a bright smile instead. "I'm doing fine, Mo....."

The woman's glare cut her off, and Zara hastily corrected herself, her laughter sounding forced. "I mean, Luna Sophia." The title felt like a bitter taste on her tongue, a reminder that her step mother had forbidden her from using the one word that should have been hers to claim: Mother.

Her step mother nodded once in approval and told the maid to place the food on the stool beside the bed.

The maid did so and left the room, closing the door behind her. Then, Sophia the Luna of the Dante moonlight pack, gazed at Zara and said, " You may start eating."

Without a word, Zara brought the tray onto her lap and began devouring the high-calorie food.

She knew it was unhealthy, but she felt powerless.

As the daughter of a mere slave and the illegitimate daughter of a father who didn't approve of her, she knew she was at her stepmother's mercy.

Sophia's laugher cut through the air. "Slow down, fatty. The food isn't going anywhere."

Zara paused, her eyes fixed on the food.

Her step mother continued,  "That's not why I'm here, anyway. I've come to select a suitable dress for you." She walked over to the wardrobe, her heels clicking on the floor. "I want you to look really nice."

Lifting her head, Zara curiously watched her as she select a yellow gown and silver shoes.

What was her stepmother's motive this time?

"This outfit will make you stand out," Sophia said with a sarcastic tone, eyeing Zara up and down."Tonight, we're celebrating your nineteenth birthday."

 Zara eyes narrowed. "But I already turned nineteen last month."