Alpha Twin's Regret

My father scoured the underground markets and bought my sister and me a pair of twin wolf-blood slaves.

Catherine snatched the tall, powerfully built brother first—his alpha scent already awakening despite the silver shackles. That left me with the scrawny, silver-poisoned "cripple" whose wolf seemed permanently dormant.

I pitied the poor bastard. His wolf was so suppressed I could barely catch his scent, so I kept him close, hoping my presence might help him heal.

His legs were useless, twisted from what looked like forced silver injections. I dragged him to every back-alley healer and rogue pack doctor I could find, desperate to purge the poison from his system.

I figured some brutal werewolf hunter had shattered both him and his wolf.

Until my dad's rival pack snatched us both during the blood moon.

He exploded from his wheelchair in a surge of raw alpha power, his true scent hitting me like a freight train. Golden eyes blazing, when my father's enemy aimed a silver gun at my sister, he grabbed me and shielded her from six bullets.

"I'm sorry, Catherine can't die. I'll make it up to you in the next life."

That's when it hit me—he wasn't crippled, wasn't even an omega.

The silver poisoning? That was all just for me.

I blinked... and woke up on slave-picking day.

This time, I set him free.

Catherine's voice echoed in my ears like a bad dream.

"Why don't I take Jasper instead? Madeline's wolfless—she's too fragile. Julian's built like a warrior—he can actually protect her."

I jolted awake, last life's memories crashing over me like a rogue wave during a blood moon.

Before I could spit a word, Catherine played the saint, beaming at Julian. "Julian, Madeline's in your hands now. You have to keep her safe."

I shot her an ice-cold glare, watching her fake-ass performance. My gut twisted to stone. Without a wolf to share the pain, I have to suffer it all on my own.

In my last life, I'd fallen for that bullshit hook, line, and sinker. After she'd claimed Jasper with his powerful wolf, I'd hesitated. She'd "generously" offered a swap, acting like the perfect big sister who cared about pack bonds.

What a joke. When Dad's rival pack had kidnapped us, Julian could've torn through them single-handed—his wolf was apex predator material. Catherine's wolf was strong enough to fight, too.

But she'd just screamed through the mate bond, "Jasper, save her first!" knowing damn well I'd make him choose, and he'd pick the wolfless girl out of pity.

She'd gotten her dream Alpha and the reputation of being a "selfless pack princess."

Not this time. I cut her off cold: "Fine."

Her face? Pure shock. Her wolf probably recoiled through their bond. No rejection? No begging? Priceless.

I locked eyes with her, smirking like the predator I'd learned to become. Last life, I was too soft, too desperate for pack acceptance. This time? She'd learn what a wolfless girl with nothing left to