My True Mate Came After I Left The Impostor

Synopsis

After the war between wolves and vampires, my sister Isabella Lupin's mate came home. Mine was carried back in a coffin. Everyone felt sorry for me. But I knew the truth. The man who came back wasn't Isabella's mate, Alexander Drake. It was mine, Lucas Drake. Alexander and Lucas were twin brothers, with wolves so alike in strength and scent that no one in the pack even sniffed the deception. Lucas had explained in private, "Serena, I did this for the Pack. Alexander had the power to defeat Father and was the future Alpha. If the Pack finds out he died in battle, it would tear us apart from the inside. The challenge for power would be a bloodbath. "And Isabella... she's too fragile. Losing her fated mate would destroy her. I'm just filling in. Keeping the peace. Once things settle down, I'll come back to you. I swear it." I believed him. My mate. My husband. I trusted his word over the growling unease in my own wolf. I believed him until the day he accused me of treason, of conspiring with the vampires, and had me executed in the town square. As the silver burned through my veins, I watched him pull my sister into his arms, his lips pressed to her forehead, and I understood. There was no peace to keep. There was only his ambition. Then I woke with a gasp, the phantom pain of silver still burning in my veins. There came the howl. Long, mournful, carrying the news of my mate's death. Lucas held Isabella in silence. The pack's pity was on me, the widow left behind. But no, I would never spend the rest of my life for a "dead" wolf. I found my fated mate, a better wolf than him. Let Lucas wear his dead brother's skin and play Alpha. He thought he had won everything? Naïve. Dumping me was losing his only shot at becoming the Pack's Alpha.