Alice's POV
"Alice—" my sister started.
Her voice drifted through the darkness, low and smug. "Didn't expect this, did you, sister?" A soft laugh. "The Lycan King is mine now. He chose me."
Another laugh. Dark. Satisfied.
"You always thought you were the lucky one. The one who got the Alpha. The one who got the Lycan King." She shifted in the bed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "But look at you now. Left with nothing. While I—"
I reached for the light switch.
The room blazed white.
For a moment, no one moved.
My sister sat at the edge of the bed, her back to me. She was wearing my nightgown—the pale silk one I had packed for the ceremony. Her hair was tangled, her shoulders bare.
Behind her, tangled in the sheets, was a man. His shirt was undone. His chest was bare.
Then
