Marriage of Deception

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

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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."

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Chapter 1.

James POV.

I watched with excitement as I sat next to my father, the king and alpha of Crescent pack. It was elders meetings, the most important gathering in Alpha Crescent pack.This takes place once in every five years.

It's an event only for the elites. People who take strategic positions in the crescent moon pack. where diverse issues from economy, to welfare and other sectors are raised.

This alone prides Crescent packs far above every other pack.

Wines and different delicacies were served. Likewise the best musicians and dancers were hired to do their own justice to this memorable occasion.

As I pay keen attention to how diverse issues were raised and how my father used his knowledgeable position to bring up solutions to some of these issues, others were thrown into the gatherings for the elders to add their inputs.

Then someone yelled from the gathering.

"Long live our king!"

Head turned.

I frowned.

It was Elder Cedric.

He wobbled up his tired feet towards the stage. A wine glass swinging in one hand and his other hand were reaching out as if the walls were moving. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed him like a dark cloud.

"Long live the king." The congregation replied. Some with a loud voice, others with tired sighs.

My father is not the type that is snubbing,regardless of how stupid or great your idea is.

He always warned us severally saying 'give the stupidest person his chance to speak,the greatest things in life sometimes come from stupidest ideas or people.'

Father instructed the MC to hand-over the mic to him,at least to magnify his voice.I could hear hysterical laughter from a section of the crowd making jest of what he was about to say.

"Not again, Cedric. Please not again this afternoon." This was the mockery low-tone voice from a robust woman in a reddish gown to another slim lady sitting besides her.

I caught her eye-roll. Likewise, few people in the room.

Everybody knew he was drunk and hardly will there be anything worthwhile or sensible coming from him.

"My name is Elder Cedric,and I am the minister of the transportation sector." He stated as he belched out gasses of alcohol into the air. He staggered at the same spot trying to gain balance.

"My Lord, I may be partly intoxicated but am not stupid." He voiced out shamelessly.

The whole room exploded into laughter. While a section of the audience were Bronx-cheering him.

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