Neglected By My Husband, Loved by An AlphaCHAPTER 1: My Husband and My Sister

In our social circle, we recognize the existence of werewolves and their success in matters of power, influence, and wealth.

My family wasn't on par with the werewolves. But we were highly respected.

My mother, an only daughter of a rich and famous couple, would have been married off to a much powerful family, if not for her unparalleled business acumen.

Father was the fifth son of what we call “a new money”. With no redeeming qualities, he was married into mother’s family, and carried her surname.

Their union sired two daughters – Shelly, and me.

Shelly, a year older, was ambitious, headstrong, and assertive; never backing off from getting what she wanted.

I, Serena, was a year younger. Described by people as kindhearted, and loyal. Others believed it impressive, but it only made me miserable since I’m often driven to a corner for being timid.

When I turned ten, my mother started to complain about father’s irresponsible choice of acquaintances.

She was getting concerned for our future. Having daughters meant marrying us off, which will lead to usurpation of our assets.