I Exposed Her, He Killed Me, I Wed a Lycan King

Chapter 2

Since Siana and I were born from the same blood, I could instinctively read the truth hidden in her body. She, just like me, carried a natural pheromone gland. But her personal life was a complete mess, and she was soaked in the scents of too many men.

For werewolves, that kind of tangled scent didn't soothe them at all. It'd only stir their savage instincts. The smell she wore now couldn't possibly save Julian.

In my previous life, I was the one who stepped forward and shut down Siana's engagement to Julian, claiming only I could keep him alive. Mary and Logan didn't dare risk their son's life, so they pushed him into marrying me.

I had once intended to reveal this secret to my father and keep Siana under control so she wouldn't cause chaos and drag the family down. But on the very day the engagement was broken off, Siana disappeared from home. When she was eventually found, acid had already destroyed her beyond recognition.

Everyone turned on me. My father accused me of stealing Siana's marriage and climbing over my own sister to rise higher, then threw me out of the house. My stepmother branded me a poisonous snake. Julian forced acid down my throat on our wedding night.

They never knew the truth. Siana's death had nothing to do with me. She had sealed her own fate. This time around, I wouldn't step in anymore. I wanted to watch with my own eyes how each of them would fall without me.

"Fine. I never planned to marry Julian anyway." My voice stayed calm, but every word landed sharp and clear.

Julian laughed like he had just heard the biggest joke of his life. "Serena, are you trying to play hard to get with me? You? I feel disgusted just looking at you."

"We failed to raise her properly!" My father and stepmother, Clara Cape, grabbed my arms on both sides. "She's just like her dead mother! All lies! Apologize to Julian and Siana right now!"

Pain flared through my arms, but I laughed out loud anyway. So much for family. My mother had barely been buried before my father brought Clara home. That was when I learned I had a sister, Siana, who was even one year older than me.

They took my mother's insurance money and moved into a West Village apartment, dumping me in a rundown house in Kingsborough like I was nothing more than free labor.

Leftovers were mine. Worn-out clothes were mine. And every scandal was dumped on me because Clara said, "Siana must marry into a rich family. She can't have any stains." I was the only fool who still believed in that rotten thing they called family.

"Whoever wants to apologize, go ahead." I shook off their grip and let my eyes drift over Julian's rage-filled stare, Siana's self-satisfied grin, and my parents' poisoned looks. I was done with this garbage of a family.

"From this moment on, I'm done with the Cape family." I turned on my heel, walked out, called an Uber, and headed straight for the airport. In this second life, I just wanted distance. As far as possible.