My Sister Stole My Werewolf Mate Chapter 1

My sister and I were fated to marry twin wolves.

My sister, Isolde, married Kael, the black wolf. He was the pack’s heir—powerful, sculpted from raw strength, but born without a shred of empathy. His temper was a storm, and after their wedding, he unleashed it on her.

I was given to Rhys, the white wolf. He was frail, gentle, and kind, and with a brilliant mind, he eventually clawed his way to the position of pack leader.

Isolde, consumed by jealousy, poisoned me.

Then I opened my eyes. We were back, standing on the precipice of our past, on the very day we were to choose our husbands.

This time, Isolde’s hand shot out, desperately grabbing Rhys.

I smiled. Did she truly believe the white wolf was the better man?

* * *

The Hale Matriarch led Kael and Rhys, the twin wolves, before my sister and me.

“These are my sons,” she announced, her voice as unyielding as ancient stone. “Each of you will choose one.”

My head snapped up, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Kael. The firstborn, the future Alpha, his body a monument to power.

Rhys. His younger brother, his heart a fragile thing since birth, kept alive by a cocktail of pills.

I blinked, again and again, confirming the impossible. They were real, standing before me. This wasn't a dream.

I was reborn. Thrown back to the day Isolde and I chose our mates.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Isolde rushed forward and took Rhys’s hand, her eyes swimming with a tenderness that was utterly fake.

“Rhys, my love,” she breathed. “From this day on, I am your wife.”

As she spoke, she shot a triumphant glare in my direction.

And in that single, venomous look, I knew. She was reborn, too.

Why else would she choose Rhys?

Our families, the Vaughn and Hale corporations, had been allies for generations. This union was meant to seal that bond. In our first life, Isolde had heard Kael was the heir, strong and virile. She craved the power of being the Luna, the Alpha's mate, and chose him without a second thought.

What she didn’t know was that Kael was a creature of pure instinct, incapable of love, ruled only by a vicious, unpredictable rage. Her every attempt to please him had been met with brutal beatings.

Meanwhile, Rhys, the husband I had been left with, was the epitome of kindness. He made me the center of his universe, showing me off at every important event, treating me like a treasure.

Then, with his sharp intellect, he orchestrated Kael’s downfall and seized the title of Alpha for himself.

Suddenly, I was the Luna, wielding influence over the entire pack. Isolde’s jealousy became a poison, and not just metaphorically. She seeped a colorless, odorless gas into my room as I slept.

I will never forget the look in her eyes as my life faded. Cold. Vicious.

“Did you really think being the Luna made you untouchable, Elara?” she’d hissed. “I’m going to enjoy watching you die.”

With my last ounce of strength, I’d plunged the dagger I always carried into her heart, taking her down with me.

I never imagined fate would be cruel enough to send us back together.

But as I watched her cling to Rhys, a slow, genuine smile spread across my face. My new life was about to begin. A life free from the chains of the past.