He Chose My Sister, So I Returned His Heirs in BloodChapter 1

I once exhausted every scheme I had to win my intended mate's heart. Ninety-nine times I tried. Ninety-nine times he looked through me as though I were glass, his eyes and his wolf turned always toward my sister.

On the night of our Mating Ceremony, he never came. Instead he had already claimed her before the Council, sealing a bond behind closed doors and leaving me standing alone before every pack in the district. I became the punchline whispered between fangs.

At my lowest, his elder brother gathered me into his arms. He told me he had wanted me for years, that his wolf had known my scent long before he ever spoke the words. He asked me to turn around and see him. In that moment, his sincerity broke something open inside me, and I turned, and I chose him. I became Sylvia Nightfang's mate.

For five years after our mating, he adored me until there was almost nothing left to want. If I asked for the stars he would have clawed them from the sky. Then a storm-tide disaster off the northern coast took everything. The rescue wolves found wreckage, shredded hull, blood on the rocks. No body.