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Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

"Margaret, you're the older sister, you have to give in to the younger one." In her whole life, those words clung like a curse to Margaret. Whether it was her beloved teddy bear, pretty dresses, Halloween candies, or parental love, if Elizabeth asked, she had to unconditionally yield them all up to her. Since young, Elizabeth had weighed down on Margaret like an enormous mountain and suffocated her. Fortunately she still had a boyfriend who had loved her for six years—Amster, the pack alpha. "You will be my wife and the future luna of the pack," He promised. Until the day when she and her sister was turning 18 years old, and Amster's lover and fated mate turned out to be her twin sister Elizabeth! Margaret watched as Amster, who had said he loved her, passionately kissed with Elizabeth, and announced Elizabeth as the luna without a second thought. The only emotional sustenance Margaret possessed crumbled; once again, what belonged to her had been snatched away by Elizabeth. What's worse, Amster even asked Margaret to entertain the guests. All because Elizabeth knew nothing except how to wheedle and dress herself up. Unable to refuse the request of her former lover, Margaret agreed to this...

JQK · Fantasy
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390 Chs

Nothing Like the Way He Looked at Her

Editor: Atlas Studios

[Elizabeth's Perspective]

After parting ways with Margaret and Armstrong that afternoon, Anthony and I were left to ourselves.

My spirits were still a little low at that time.

I felt like I didn't look perfect anymore. I was wearing ugly clothes, and was probably sweating under the sun. Appearing in front of my mate like that was definitely not what I wanted.

Armstrong looked at me coldly.

Not for the first time, I noticed that the way he looked at me was nothing like the way he looked at my sister.

When Margaret started dating Armstrong in the days before their relationship was public, I would often go out with them as a cover-up. Since then, I had noticed the way Armstrong looked at Margaret. His eyes were always affectionate and loving.

Although Margaret was my sister, the two of us were completely different people.