Both Twin Wolves Wanted My Sister—So I Stopped Wanting My Alpha

Seven years ago, a brutal blizzard buried the road connecting Miller Town to the forest. When the storm passed, my sister, Chloe Miller, and I found two bloody wolf pups beside an old vehicle that had tumbled down the slope. They were twins. The older one, Nolan Hale, reached Chloe first, while I wrapped Rowan Hale in my coat. Later, the judge approved temporary guardianship, and the four of us grew up together. That night, when the two boys woke up, their golden eyes flashed at the exact same moment. I always believed Rowan had been looking at me. So for seven years, even when he barely spoke to me or gave me anything in return, I kept making excuses. Werewolves were known for being reserved. Maybe he simply wasn't good at showing affection. Until tonight, when I went to the back entrance of the bar to return the car keys he had forgotten. Someone inside chuckled and asked, "Ava put you through school and bought a place near your company. Why do you still treat her like a stranger?" Rowan let out a cold laugh. "Did I ever ask her to?" "That's seriously cold." "If she hadn't gotten to me first and carried me into that car back then, the person standing beside Chloe today would have been me." Another werewolf lowered his voice. "But didn't you and Ava awaken a potential mate bond?" The laughter faded. The silence stretched on for so long I could hear my own heartbeat. Then Rowan spoke. "I don't accept that bond. If I don't acknowledge it. It means nothing." Someone laughed awkwardly. "I get it. The two sisters are worlds apart. I mean, who would pick Ava when Chloe is right there?" The keys slipped from my fingers and fell silently onto the carpet. Seven years ago—on that snowy night—the truth finally took on a different meaning. The light in Rowan's eyes had never been for me. It was because Chloe had been standing behind me all along. The last bit of hope I had clung to for seven years finally disappeared.