I Picked The Black Wolf As My Mate

My mother had always favored my younger sister, Alora Caine.

In the previous timeline, Alora had acted first and selected the spirit deer that was far more compatible with me.

I had no choice but to settle for a carp that had not yet taken human form.

One day, the spirit deer suddenly went berserk and nearly killed Alora, turning her into a laughingstock within the school.

Meanwhile, my carp came across a rare opportunity and transformed into a lucky carp beloved by everyone.

In a fit of madness, Alora drove a blade into my stomach.

When I opened my eyes and saw Alora choosing the carp without hesitation, I immediately knew she had also returned to the past.

Little did she know that the carp’s transformation into a lucky carp had never been a matter of luck. I had gone to great lengths to set it down that path.

Upon coming of age, every student of the school had to choose a mate.

Each year, the mates sent in were selected in stages, beginning with the principal’s children.

A mate’s future potential greatly affected the person to whom it was bound.

“The heirs from the various tribes will enter shortly. Choose carefully. The bond you form with your mate will last a lifetime.”

My mother, Edith Caine, continued speaking. Her tone turned noticeably sharper. “Yvonne, although the elders believe that Roscoe, the Spirit Deer Tribe’s heir, is the most compatible with you, that doesn’t necessarily make him the best choice.

“As the older sister, you should let your younger sister have the nicer things. Do you understand?”

I stared at her in a daze. The memory of my death was still painfully vivid when I met her stern gaze once more.

That sternness had always been reserved for me alone. When it came to my younger sister, Alora Caine, Mother had always been nothing but gentle and indulgent.

“Yvonne Caine, answer me!” she snapped coldly.

I smiled ruefully. “Mother, what do you want me to say?”

In the previous timeline, I had argued my case.

Roscoe, the spirit deer, was clearly the better match for me. Yet, Mother had called me greedy. She said I lacked the generosity of an older sister and would never amount to anything.

In the end, he became Alora’s mate, and I had to settle for the carp.

Later, Roscoe nearly killed Alora when he went berserk during his advancement.

My carp, on the other hand, transformed into a lucky carp and earned the admiration of countless people.

Several elders even jointly recommended me as the successor to the school.

When Mother urgently summoned me in the middle of the night, I thought she had finally begun to see my worth.

Instead, I entered the room and was met with Alora’s blade.

I clutched my abdomen as blood spilled between my fingers.

Mother merely stood to the side, crying as she begged me to forgive Alora and insisting it had not been intentional.

So