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I hate this place, was all Becca could think as she sat at the dinner table. Even with all its grand hallways, sculptures in the courtyard, and the priceless tapestries on the walls that were to die for, she still didn't like it.
Becca glanced at the massive chandelier that cast a golden light across the mahogany table, remembering when she was younger and wished to visit the Alpha King's pack house. Well, be careful what you wish for, for her wish had been granted at the worst moment and in the worst way. Now, all she wanted to do was return home with her sister.
But she could not turn back time, so she wouldn't agree to go on the mission to get Christina. And even if she could, what was the guarantee that she would disagree? Christina was also her sister, albeit illegitim
