Caught in My Evil Twin's Wicked Plot

A long time ago, I had a twin sister. We were inseparable as kids. Wherever I went, Liana followed, like my shadow. Our parents treated us as their most cherished treasures, always proud and doting. I can still hear their laughter echoing in my memory, the warmth of our childhood so vivid it feels like just yesterday. But it wasn’t.

Everything changed when rogues raided our pack. Liana was taken, and just like that, our bright days were plunged into a never-ending darkness. We never found her body. No sign of life, no trace of death. Just nothing.

Our parents held on to the faintest glimmer of hope that she might still be out there, somewhere. They searched the continent for her, but distress and guilt took a toll on their health and they passed away without seeing her again.

I was left alone, burdened by their hope and my own desperate need to find her. For years, I searched. I prayed to the Moon Goddess every night, hoping for a sign. I begged for her to bring Liana back, even if just to give me closure. But nothing. It was like Liana had just vanished, leaving me to chase a ghost. And honestly, I thought I was losing my mind. How could I not, when one of the people I loved most had simply disappeared from the world?

Then one morning, after fifteen years of searching, a letter came out of nowhere. It was a wedding invitation.

My hands trembled as I opened it, recognizing the handwriting immediately.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read:

["To my dear sister, Alicia,"]

[“I’ve waited so long for this moment, and I hope you can forgive me for being away. I’ve found my mate, and he’s the greatest man I’ve ever known. The Moon Goddess must have known I needed him in my life. I’ve finally found happiness, Alicia. Please, come to my wedding as my family. It wouldn’t be the same without you by my side.”]

She was alive. All this time, she was alive. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I read her words again, and again, like they might disappear if I blinked.

I bolted out of the room, my heart pounding, my vision blurred from joy.

Liana was alive.

After all these years, the Moon Goddess had answered my prayers.

“Edwin!” I shouted, bursting into his office. My husband looked up from his papers, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I found her!” I could hardly contain my excitement as I waved the letter in the air. “I found Liana!”

His eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly stood, crossing the room in a few swift strides. “How…?”

I shoved the letter into his hands, the words spilling out of me as fast as my emotions could keep up. “She’s alive. She’s getting married, and she invited me—us—she wants us to come! After all this time, Edwin! Can you believe it?”

He glanced at the letter before dropping it onto the desk, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “Alicia… I’m so happy for you.” His voice was gentle, his grip comforting. That was all it took to break the dam. I sobbed into his chest, my heart finally releasing the years of worry, guilt, and sorrow that had built up inside me.

Edwin rubbed my back soothingly as I cried, whispering words of comfort. “It’s okay. You found her. She’s alive.”

When I finally pulled away, I wiped my tears and sniffled, the joy bubbling back to the surface. “I have to go. I need to see her.”

Edwin’s smile faltered just slightly. “But, Alicia, you’re four weeks pregnant. I’m worried…”

“I’ll be fine. I have to do this.” I knew what he was thinking—how could I not? We had only just found out about the pregnancy, and he was already protective. But this was my sister. My twin. My other half. I couldn’t let this chance slip away.

“I’ll ask the King for leave,” he said, though his hesitation was clear.

I shook my head. “You’re needed here. The rogue attacks are getting worse. The King needs you by his side.”

Edwin frowned, checking the address on the invitation. “Night Creek pack,” he murmured. “If it’s Night Creek, I suppose it’ll be alright. They’re an honorable pack.”

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine.”

Three days later, I arrived at the Night Creek packhouse. It was even grander than I had imagined, a huge mansion with sweeping columns and carefully manicured gardens. As I parked the car and got out, my nerves started to bubble up. What if she was different? What if she didn’t remember me like I remembered her?

But then I reminded myself—this was Liana. My sister. And no matter how much time had passed, our bond was unbreakable.

I walked toward the entrance, spotting a maid nearby. “Excuse me,” I started, but she looked at me with an odd expression—disgust and horror, before scurrying away without a word.

I frowned. Was there something wrong with how I was dressed? Social events were never my strong suit, and maybe I looked out of place.

Shaking it off, I entered the grand foyer.

But before I could get far, a thundering growl echoed from above. My instincts flared up, but I held my ground, looking up.

A tall man descended the stairs. His Alpha dominance radiated off him like a suffocating wave. He was Liana’s mate, no doubt. She had spoken so highly of him, so I tried to stay calm.

“Hi, I’m—" I reached out, trying to introduce myself, but before I could finish, his hand came down hard across my face, sending me staggering back in shock.