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Arranged As the Lycan's Bride Bonded to his Twin

Arranged As the Lycan's Bride Bonded to his Twin

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"Betrayed by love, bound by fate, and torn between two powerful Lycans." Belladonna was ready to leave everything behind and elope with Matt, the man she thought she loved. But on the night of their escape, she discovered his ultimate betrayal-caught in a hotel scandal with his so-called "sister." When she arrived at the station to bail them out, the truth hit her like a blade to the chest. Matt's neck was covered in kiss marks, and his "sister" sat there sobbing, her hands trembling, conveniently covered. "The lock of her apartment is broken, and she was scared, so I stayed with her," he explained, as if that could erase the evidence of his infidelity. But Belladonna didn't react with the fury he expected. No screaming. No demands for an explanation. She simply signed the release forms. "Family?" one of the officers asked. She shook her head, her voice steady. "Just a neighbor." Then, without another word, she lowered her gaze and typed out a message to her mother. [The arranged marriage you mentioned? All right, I'll do it. Give me three days, and I will be home.] Now, engaged to the powerful Lycan prince, Belladonna steps into a world of strength, secrets, and something far more dangerous-a bond she never expected. Because while her fiancé is noble and strong, her true fated mate is not him... but his twin brother, Jayden. With Matt desperate to reclaim her, the Lycan King entangled with his first love, and fate pulling her toward a forbidden bond, Belladonna is caught in a battle between duty and destiny. One wrong choice could destroy everything-including her heart.

Chapter 1 Arranged As the Lycan's Bride Bonded to his Twin

Chapter 001

01.

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To most, my boyfriend's sister is a saintly woman, especially as she stands there, her honey-blonde hair catching the morning rays.

But to me, she's an instrument of destruction. The only reason she visits my "filthy little hovel"-as she so lovingly calls it-is to revel in my pain and suffering.

"I wanted to be the first to tell you," Morgan says, the bedframe groaning as she settles on the edge of my rigid mattress-a bed that once belonged to her, gifted to her years ago simply because she was my sister.

She stares at me, her smile sharp and expectant. I realize then-she's waiting. Waiting for me to take the bait, to ask the question she so desperately wants to answer.

With a reluctant sigh, I mumble, "Tell me what?"

Her grin sharpens, eyes gleaming like a predator toying with its prey.

"Congratulations. You're getting married!"

For a moment, I wonder, Does she not realize that I'm dating her brother?

I remember the promise she made the first day Matt introduced us-that she would treat me like her own little sister.

Or maybe, just maybe, the Moon Goddess has finally granted one of my many wishes and driven her insane.

But aside from that ridiculous statement, she looks just as she always does.

"What?"

"Yes, silly! I had Mom and Dad keep it a secret from you as a surprise. And well... aren't you surprised?"

I nod, though mostly out of confusion, hoping she'll keep talking.

"And to a very nice man too. Oh, you'll like him," she says with a chuckle-the same amused sound she makes whenever I trip and fall.

What in the Goddess' name is she even talking about?

I nod again, but it seems she's finished with me.

Humming to herself, she gets up and flounces away, leaving me more confused than before.

Morgan isn't above spinning hurtful lies-in fact, it's one of her favorite pastimes.

Yet, despite her history of fabricating cruel stories, a seed of unease settles in the pit of my stomach. A voice in the back of my mind urges me to investigate further.

I sigh, stand, and make my way to the house.

"Look out!"

I barely step aside in time to avoid being bowled over by a woman rushing through the door I was standing in front of, a large bundle of curtains in her arms.

I follow her inside, and immediately, unease coils in my stomach. The house is in absolute disarray, a flurry of activity everywhere.

Professional cleaners bustle about-a sight I've never witnessed before, as I'm usually the one who handles all the cleaning. In the kitchen, people prepare food, while others dust every nook and cranny, even those hidden spots I've often overlooked.

I ascend the stairs, and through the ajar door, I notice my step-parents, Drake and Jenny, seated and engrossed in a film.

Upon seeing me, Jenny remarks, "Oh good, Morgan has informed you then?"

My stepfather doesn't even acknowledge my presence, but my mother rises, and a wave of queasiness washes over me.

This no longer feels like a joke.

"Here," she says, grabbing a dress from the floor and tossing it at my face.

It's one of hers-the same dress she always claims she's going to throw out because its colors are fading.

"It's for tomorrow when your husband arrives. You should at least try to look-" she pauses, giving me a once-over, "well, like you always do."

Every conversation with her carries a veiled jab-sometimes not so veiled. This one barely registers before the next slips from her thin, pursed lips.

"It is the Lycan prince, after all. Wouldn't want him taking one look at you and deciding to leave," she mutters, settling back into her chair beside Drake. "Now, go downstairs and help."

I yearn to shout at her, to declare the injustice, to remind her that I already have a boyfriend, and to express my fear that the Lycan prince will strip me of my cherished belongings and enslave me.

Yet, years of conditioning have sealed my lips.

"Get the hell out."

Those are the first words my stepfather addresses to me, and I promptly move out of the hazardous area, closing the door behind me.

I pause for a moment, clutching the dress to my throbbing chest.

Among all the torment they've inflicted-whether it's "accidentally" searing my skin with a hot iron, leaving me shivering outside for minor faults beyond my control, or forcing me to wield an axe as heavy as I am under the scorching sun-this situation is the most unbearable.

If I weren't the one confronting this rabid creature, I'd commend them; they've truly outdone themselves.

The Lycan prince!

How did my step-parents manage to arrange a union with the Silver Creek Pack-the most savage pack in the world?

It's bewildering.

A chill runs down my spine as I realize he'll arrive tomorrow.

Asher Aiden and his brother are the embodiment of nightmares, their names spoken in fearful whispers even during daylight.

Finally releasing my limbs, I walk to the top of the stairs and look down. The workers are still bustling below, preparing for a merciless Lycan who has no regard for werewolf life to come and take me away.

And I'm expected to help them plan my own death.

This is unbearable; I can't stay in this house any longer.

I crumple the ridiculous dress, hurry down the stairs to my small room, toss it aside, put on some shoes, and run away.

I need to see Matt. I must be with my boyfriend.

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I love him so much, my big, strong wolf.

Matt is everything to me-everything I ever wanted.

I shouldn't have been worried. He comforted me right away and started looking for a way out.

He quickly came up with a plan-my clever, strong sweetheart-while I just sat there, staring at pictures of the Lycan twins on his computer.

I can't help but feel bitter that their looks don't match the cruelty in their hearts.

I'll slip away before dawn and meet him in the woods. Then, we'll escape together and build a new life elsewhere.

He's the third son of an Alpha, so sooner or later, they'll give up looking for us.

My eyes remain dry as I return to the house.

The chaos continues, but it no longer matters to me. I couldn't care less!

Let them do whatever they want-because I certainly won't be here to suffer the consequences.

Throughout the rest of the day, I remain cheerful, completing each assigned chore with a smile and often suppressing laughter.

Tomorrow's going to be an amazing day.

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