After My Wolf Spirit Faded, I Became the Chosen Twin novel Chapter 2

My mother paused, biting back the words on the tip of her tongue. She then patted my shoulder gently.

"Don't say such things. Of course you'll need it. Ryker may be a wealthy Alpha, but you shouldn't look down on your own family's wealth!"

I stared blankly at my parents' anxious faces. They had never cared about me this much in my entire life.

Because I had always been slightly larger than Ivy in the womb, they stubbornly believed I had greedily starved her, causing her to be born frail, with an even weaker wolf.

And because of this, I was seen as the family's curse from a young age.

At every birthday party, they would dress Ivy up like an exquisite princess, the center of attention as everyone sang her praises.

Other twins wore matching outfits, but I was usually left in a corner, staring blankly at a velvet dress worthy of an Alpha's daughter.

I often felt like an outsider, watching the three of them as a perfect, happy family.

When I was little, I used to wish I had been the one born second.

Her wolf was a late bloomer and lacked any real strength, but in return, she had all the love in the world.

Even so, Ivy was never satisfied. She wanted everything I had.

My toys, my grades, and after I came of age, even my fated mate.

After I was bonded with Ryker, she became even more relentless.

I cried, I fought, I even tried to use my status as Luna to put her in her place.

All it earned me was my parents' disgust and Ryker's cold words, "You're suffocating me, Harper."

Now, I've finally learned to keep my mouth shut.

I'm dying anyway. I don't want this suffocating love anymore.

Seeing me remain silent, my parents wasted no more time on me, gathering around the dining table to dote on Ivy.

On the table, Ivy's plate was piled high with prime venison, a delicacy reserved for the pack's elite.

I quietly cut the few vegetables on my plate.

Ivy savored her perfectly cut venison while shooting me a triumphant smirk.

There wasn't a trace of weakness in her eyes, only the gloating of a victor.

For the next few days, to celebrate Ivy's "impending recovery," the family doted on her endlessly.

At the annual Pack Alliance Banquet, Ryker guided her to the center of the room.

In front of everyone, he even bent down and gently wiped a bit of cream from the corner of her mouth.

And I, the rightful Luna, could only stand alone in the shadows, holding a wine glass.

The members of the other packs glanced between them and me, their eyes filled with ridicule.

"Look, it's the Blackmoon Pack's unloved Luna."

"I heard she's about to lose her position. Even her own Alpha can't be bothered to look at her."

I swirled the red wine in my glass, enduring their mocking gazes without a word.

Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed from the center of the hall.

"You worthless half-breed! How dare you wear the same color dress as me!"

My head snapped up. I saw Ivy grab a tureen of scalding seafood chowder and dump it all over a young woman across from her.

That was Chloe, the beloved daughter of the Alpha from the Silvermoon Pack, the most powerful pack in the north.

The chowder streamed down Chloe's delicate face, scalding her tender skin and ruining her priceless couture gown.

But Ivy wasn't finished. She pointed at Chloe and shrieked, "What right does a half-breed like you have to even be near Ryker? Get out!"

My eyes widened in terror. Ivy had been so coddled and sheltered her whole life, she had no idea who she had just provoked.

Werewolves despise nothing more than insults to their bloodline.