I was the one getting married, yet my sister was the one trying on wedding dresses with my groom. Whenever my sister approved a wedding detail, my fiancé agreed with a smile. My opinion as the bride meant nothing. Every time I objected, they silenced me with the same story: she saved me when I was poisoned as a child. “Everything I do is for you, yet somehow I’m the villain.” I turned away and accepted my father’s offer to return to the pack, take over as Alpha, and marry a more suitable mate.