My sister became my mate's Luna

Vaelith’s POV The moment my car stopped before the Obsidianclaw Palace, my chest tightens. Music filled the night and laughter followed it and then bright lights shone across the palace walls like this was the happiest place in the world. I stared through the car window silently. Three years ago, these same people watched me get dragged out of this pack like trash, nobody defended me, nobody cared that I cried and nobody cared when Alpha Zyren banished me to the Rogue Lands. A place wolves never survived and yet tonight, they celebrated and then I let out a small laugh. How funny, the driver stepped out first and opened my door carefully and the cold night air hit my face and then I stepped out. My black heels touched the ground and suddenly…everything went silent, the music stopped, the laughter died and every eye turned toward me. Good. I then lifted my gaze slowly toward the palace entrance and that was when I saw her. Sylvarae, my twin sister, the woman who stole my life, the woman wearing the title that should have been mine. Luna. Her smile disappeared instantly and the wine glass in her hand slipped from her fingers and crashed. Red wine spread across the white floor and her lips parted slowly and fear entered her eyes. Real fear. “Vaelith…?” Whispers exploded around us immediately. “No way…” “She died.” “The rogues killed her years ago.” “Is that really her?” I smiled, the same smile I practiced before coming here, a beautiful, dangerous and deadly smile. “I disappoint you all again,” I said calmly, nobody spoke and nobody moved and their faces made me want to laugh. Three years ago, they looked at me with disgust but tonight, they looked at me like they were seeing a ghost. It was good, they should fear me. My eyes moved across the crowd slowly and I recognized every face, the warriors who dragged me away while I begged, the women who spat at me and the elders who called me cursed. I remembered everything, every single thing and then my eyes stopped on him. Alpha Zyren Kaelor. The man who ruined me and my breath caught for one second. Damn him. Three years later, he still looked powerful enough to shake my world. He was tall, with dark hair and golden eyes, the same eyes that watched me cry without mercy but tonight, something was different. He stared at me like the world around him no longer exists and then it happened. The mate bond, pain crashed into my chest so hard that I almost lost balance and my wolf woke violently inside me. “Mate.” The voice slammed through my head. No. No no no. Not again, no ot after everything. Zyren suddenly gripped the table beside him and his face changed completely. There was confusion, desire and pain. I saw it all and his wolf recognized me and then my pulse started racing. Three years, three whole years, and this bond still refused to die. I should hate it. I did hate it but my body betrayed me the moment he started walking toward me. The crowd parted for him immediately, nobody dared stop their Alpha. Sylvarae then grabbed his arm quickly. “Zyren…” But he pulled away from her without even looking. My sister’s face turned pale and then he stopped before me, he was so close that I could smell him. That familiar scent almost destroyed my control and my wolf whimpered inside me. “Mine.” I then forced the feeling down immediately but Zyren kept staring at me like he was trying to solve a mystery and then suddenly, his hand grabbed my wrist and the second his skin touched mine, fire exploded through my entire body. I sucked in a sharp breath and the mate bond hit both of us violently. The crowd gasped loudly and Zyren’s fingers tightened around me and his golden eyes darkened. “Why do I feel the mate bond with you?” he asked roughly. There was silence, a dead silence and nobody even breathed. I then looked into his eyes and for one stupid second, I remembered the male I once loved, the male I once dreamed about, the male I would have died for. Then the memories returned, me kneeling before him, crying, begging him not to banish me, his cold face, his cruel voice. “Leave my kingdom and never return.” My heart hardened again and I slowly removed his hand from my wrist and every movement felt painful and then I smiled at him. “Alpha Zyren,” I said softly. “You must be mistaken.” His brows pulled together and I glanced toward Sylvarae, she looked like she might faint and that was perfect for me. “You are my sister’s husband.” The words hit him hard and I saw it happen. Pain flashed across his face so quickly that nobody else noticed but I did and for one tiny moment…it satisfied me almost. Sylvarae then suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Zyren’s arm tightly. “Darling,” she said shakily. “She is playing games with you.” I looked at her slowly. “Games?” I repeated with a smile. “You should know a lot about those, sister.” Her face lost color and the crowd started whispering again and tension was spread everywhere. I could feel Zyren staring at me nonstop, it was like he could not look away, like the bond was pulling him toward me against his will. And now he finally understood a little of the pain I suffered and I turned around calmly. “You should continue your celebration,” I said without looking back. “I would hate to ruin your perfect anniversary.” Then I walked away and I felt his eyes on me the entire time, burning, heavy, and hungry. And somehow… That hurts more than hatred. ….. Later that night, I stood before the mirror inside my room, silence filled the space and slowly, I unzipped my dress and the fabric fell to the floor and my eyes moved to my reflection. Scars covered my back, claw marks and burn wounds, whip scars. The Rogue Lands changed me into something else and something dangerous. I then raised my hand slowly and touched one scar near my shoulder and instantly, memories slammed into me. Blood, screams and rogues laughing while dragging me through snow. My breathing became uneven and then suddenly…I heard footsteps and I turned sharply and then my heart stopped. Zyren stood at the door and his eyes were fixed on my scars and shock filled his face first, then guilt, real guilt and his jaw tightened painfully. It was like seeing what happened to me was destroying him from inside. Neither of us spoke and the air between us felt dangerous and heavy. Then his eyes suddenly stopped on my shoulder and the crescent mark there began glowing silver beneath my skin. Zyren’s wolf growled loudly inside him and his face turned pale. Then he whispered in horror…. “Mate…”