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In the shadow of her twin sister Gloria, Nadia struggles to find her place in a world that has turned cruel. On what should have been a day of celebration, a brutal attack shatters everything, leaving her alone and powerless. With Gloria gone and her family dead, Nadia becomes a target of scorn and resentment, haunted by the memory of the sister who sacrificed everything for her.
Now a prisoner in the Lockheart Pack, Nadia endures a life of torment, a constant reminder of her failure to protect her loved ones. As she scrubs floors and carries heavy burdens, the chilling presence of Alpha Lucas looms large. His rage is palpable, fueled by grief and a desire for retribution. Every encounter with him slams her deeper into despair, as he sees her not as a person but as a painful reminder of his lost love.
Can Nadia find a way to rise from the ashes of her shattered life? Or will Lucas's hatred consume her as she grapples with her own worth? In a world rife with danger and betrayal, one question remains: Can a girl without a wolf ever truly reclaim her destiny?
Living in the Shadow of My SisterChapter 1
Nadia's POV
I stood on the grand terrace of the Alpha's mansion, feeling the cool evening breeze kiss my skin as the moon hung heavy and full in the sky. It should have been a day of celebration, of joy, for it was the 17th birthday of both me and my twin sister, Gloria. But as always, she stood in the center of everyone's attention, and I was just a shadow at her side. I forced a smile, my cheeks aching with the effort, as pack members showered her with gifts and praise.
"Congratulations, Gloria! Such a strong and promising young wolf," they would say, their eyes lighting up as they spoke of her early awakening last year. She had shifted into her wolf form at just sixteen—a rarity that set her apart from others, who usually waited until their eighteenth year. The pack elders adored her for it, whispering about her destined greatness. Meanwhile, my own wolf still lay dormant, as silent as a grave. No one looked at me the way they looked at her. Not even close.