His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

Annete.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing beside me was my sister, Isobela, wearing the same dress as me. Shocks drained the blood from my face, and I took a good look at my body. "Isobela?!" I mentioned, sparing her a glance, but she only knitted her brows, standing with her head high.

A lump formed in my throat. I fumbled with the fabric of the dress, my heart palpitating.

The hall had broken out in a murmur. Watching two sisters stand before the priestess while waiting for the alpha king to show up was the worst view ever. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on with my sister.

I turned and looked around in search of my parents, and when I found them sitting comfortably, their facial expressions said it all. They weren't shocked. They knew about what was happening and seemed to have prepared for it.

With my hope draining gradually, I grabbed Isobela's hand, my lips quivering, "What are you doing right now? It's my coronation and mating ritual....so why are you dressed in the same clothes as mine?" My voice trembled, and I knew she could see through my fear.

I was the forbidden daughter of the Lowells. My father was the pack general, and we were all betas, but I was the only wolfless werewolf in the family. As the eldest, I was expected to do a lot, but when I couldn't even find my wolf to transform on my eighteenth birthday, the molestation from my family heightened.

My sister would bully me with her friends. I wasn't sent to college and was more inferior than the servants in our house. I would take the blame for Isobela's mistake, get punished for her accusations, and was threatened to be disowned if I ever mentioned that I was part of the family.

In the whole Infinite Pride Pack, no one knew I was the eldest daughter of General Lowell. They thought I was one of the servants, and no matter how much I tried to please them, all was to no avail. Several times, I asked why I was treated as inferior when I was part of the family, only to be whipped and starved for days.

Henceforth, I embraced my fate and assumed it was what the moon goddess wanted.

My sister had her wolf, performed so well in high school, and was sent to college. Whereas I, who had wanted to be a pack healer, was ignored and told that I was useless.

Isobela took away everything from me. She made sure I wasn't happy and had peace; she hates it when I rest too. I barely slept up to four hours the whole day, and I would work my ass out just so I do not look proper. In her words, she hated that I was her sister and was a disgrace to her, so she made sure every one of her friends bullied me so much until I wished for death.