My Twin Sister Made her Mate Believe that I was Her

Carry Winston is my long-lost twin sister. We look exactly alike, except for our birthmarks; the only thing that set us apart. It had been twenty years since we last saw each other after our parents’ bitter divorce, so I was genuinely surprised when she invited me to her wedding. Especially knowing how much she despises me.

Hoping for a reconciliation, I went. But instead of mending broken ties, her mate nearly beat me to death!

"Is one mate not enough for you?!"

"You deserve to die, Carry!"

Everyone at the wedding ceremony here in the Moonlit Grove thinks I’m Carry, and her mate, Shawn, mindlessly used a Flashback Crystal, projecting Carry’s infidelity for all to see.

I stood there, battered and humiliated, as their hatred bore down on me. They thought I was her—Carry! But no. I am Floryn.

As pain wracked my body, both physical and emotional, it dawned on me, Carry had invited me here, not for peace, but to take the fall for her sins. She wanted me to be her scapegoat.

My mate, Miguel, arrived just in time to save my life, but it was too late for the pup growing inside me. I lost our child.

That's when fury simmered beneath his calm exterior. Miguel, one of our pack’s top commander warriors, promised to make Shawn pay for what he did—even if he was the Alpha’s younger brother.