Half-Claimed

My twin is wearing my wedding dress. And my fated mate is looking at her with a hunger he has never, not once in three years, aimed at me.

Most she-wolves would scream. They’d demand a fight. They’d let a betrayal this deep break them.

Not me.

I am the Moon Twin. The diplomat. The one who reads the silences and manages the treaties.

So when my mate and my sister start quietly erasing me from my own life—hijacking my work, taking my meetings, and feeding the pack a sympathetic story about how I’m "cracking under the pressure"—I don’t throw a tantrum.

I quietly walk into the Council office and file a formal petition for Rejection before they even realize I know.

Ronan thinks he can replace me seamlessly. He thinks his Alpha Ascension is secure.

But he is about to learn that the woman who built his foundation knows exactly which load-bearing pillars to kick out to bring his entire life crashing down.