My Sister's Mate Became Mine After They Stole My Core

t, and full of whispered scorn from my family and the pac

egun to treat Bianca

s-but now it had grown into something undeniable. They praised her. Followed

s what mattered. My core was what connected me to Mark. My core was the rea

asn't the

d chang

med to brighten with her presence, as if she carried the sun in h

we all had. That his closeness to her was nothing more than comfort from an old friend. But I could

look at m

were dull. Empty. As if I had become a b

ficult for him. Still, hadn't he promised to love me through it al

me out of bed. Mark wasn't beside me-again. My stomach churned

tered in

nfirm what my body had been trying to tell me. I retrieved t

es appeared, my heart

first time in months, I felt alive. This... this w

pack house to find Mark. He had to know. I wanted to see his face light up, to feel hi

he guards at the door steppe

a slight bow. "The Alpha is in a

e... it's urgent. He'

ey sto

gue when somethin

int, but un

mo

glances, trying to avoid my gaze. Then the sound came again-c

mach d

said, my voice bare

s he said, "Luna... please. Walk away. Pretend

't walk away

repeated, this time w

ated, and pushe

inside sh

r moans filled the room. I stood frozen at the threshold, unable to breathe, u

ca's eyes

She didn't hide.

s went

he stopped abruptly, tur

ain, say it wasn't what it looked like-s

"Are you insane? Barging

m your wife! What are yo

his pants like nothing had happened.

u? You're nothing. A wo

e doorframe for support. Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You...

nk I wanted this? You think I was happy the Moon Goddess cursed me with you

o was still lounging on the d

n look guilty,

walked toward me with a smirk. "Why would I feel guilty?"

you talking abou

loser, pulling down the neckline of her s

were

-jagged and rough. Hers we

ng like it was a badge of honor. "A

ld tilted around me. I could

this?" I managed t

n Goddess paired him with you, we had no choice. Mark and I have loved each other fo

ees, sobbing, my hand insti

eight of betrayal, was the on

ba

ch

at joy was

... the man I had trusted..