My Sister’s Poison, My Fated Cure

My sister poisoned me. All because her mate was a pale shadow next to mine. Now, I'm back where it all began. The Mating Ceremony, five years ago.

In my last life, Sarah and I chose our mates at the Pack Alliance gala.

She chose the most powerful Alpha, the future Alliance leader, Damon. But she could never bear him a pup.

Damon despised her. He abused her. He even went feral during his curse and nearly killed her.

She shoved me toward Liam, the Alpha of a failing pack.

She never guessed Liam’s power would explode, that he’d one day tear the title of High Alpha from Damon’s grasp.

Then, on the day of Liam's coronation, Sarah poisoned me out of jealousy.

I opened my eyes again. We were back at the mate selection ceremony.

Sarah announced to everyone she was choosing Liam, and I was shoved toward her ex-mate, Damon.

But I suddenly heard her inner scream: [Die, Elena. Just die! You and that rabid wolf Damon can go to hell together. Liam will still be High Alpha, and I will be the ultimate Luna!]

But I just smirked as I stumbled into Damon’s arms.

Sarah had no idea. The “perfect mate” she’d chosen was already plotting to consume her very soul.

My sister Sarah poisoned me. Now, I'm back where it all began five years ago: the day we chose our mates.

“I choose Liam! I want the Alpha of the Alder Pack!”

My eyes shot open.

A ghost of a pain stabbed through my heart. Liam. Twisting a silver knife in my chest.

But there was no blood, no cold altar.

I wasn't dead. I was back. Thrown back five years to the Mating Ceremony.

In the center of the great hall, my sister Sarah was clinging to Alpha Liam’s arm like he was a priceless treasure.

The room erupted.

“Is Sarah insane?”

“She’s passing on Alpha Damon for him? For the Alpha of some backwater pack?”

“But Damon’s from the Dark Moon Pack! He’s the strongest Alpha in the entire Alliance! He’s basically already the next High Alpha.”

His pack's territory was vast, its wealth beyond measure. He commanded the most powerful Alphas in North America.

Every she-wolf dreamed of climbing into his bed, of becoming the most revered Luna in the Alliance.

Last time, Sarah snatched him up without a second thought. I was shoved off on Liam and his pathetic, failing pack.

Liam eventually rose to lead all four packs.

But I never got to see it. A jealous Sarah killed me right before he took his throne.

My thoughts were cut short.

“Sarah, that’s Alpha Damon…” Elder Vivian reminded her, her voice laced with disbelief.

“I don’t care about power!” Sarah cut her off, her face a mask of false nobility. “I see true love only with Alpha Liam.”

But I heard another voice.

Sharp, vicious, and exploding in my mind:

[Love? Screw that. Last life, that psycho Damon made my life