Wearing My Sister's Crown

After my sister Kaela died in a rogue attack, I married her mate, Alpha Marcus Nightshade.

Cold. Commanding. Devastatingly powerful. He ruled the Shadow Walker Pack with silence and scars… and I stood beside him as his unwanted Luna.

Worse—I became stepmother to their five-year-old pup, Lucas.

On my 25th birthday, I wore Kaela’s old ceremonial dress by mistake.

Lucas’s growl silenced the pack’s laughter.

Then he threw my cake in my face and snarled,

“I wish it was you who died.”

And just like that—I broke.

So I walked away. From the pack. From them.

But they came crawling back.

Begging me to stay.

To forgive.

To forget.