Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 163

Celeste POV

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The dress doesn’t look right. I adjust it again for the hundredth time, still dissatisfied with it. It doesn’t show enough of my flesh to be seductive, and it’s tight, almost too tight. Had I gained weight? Impossible, I think to myself, examining myself in the mirror and deciding I must just be paranoid. I flip my hair over my shoulder and smile at myself. Even as undecided as I am, I still look gorgeous, and that’s the most important part. I can’t wait until my so–called sister gets here and sees me. She’ll just be a plain Jane like usual in comparison to me and give me and my friends something to laugh about. I would wait for the perfect opportunity to strike and seduce that Alpha behind her back. Nobody was immune to my charms, nobody and certainly not him. I didn’t care what it took; this time he would want me, I would ensure it. There was no way that he would prefer that little bitch when he could willingly have me. I looked forward to seeing the look of devastation on her face when she realized what I had done to her.

The door slowly opens with a creak. I turn to smile at my parents, expecting it to be one of them, only for the smile to remain frozen on my face. It’s impossible. It can’t be her. I’m seeing things, I think to myself, slightly dazed. This was not what I had imagined she might look like at all. The person staring at me is gorgeous, her long hair cascading down her shoulders in waves, the white dress she’s wearing tight at the bodice and her straps off the shoulders. She is the very epitome of elegance and even her shoes and bag match perfectly. She’s wearing a designer dress, an expensive one, and her skin is like a golden honey glow. Her makeup is perfect. She’s no plain Jane, and I feel rage beginning to simmer through me as I continue to stare at her without words. I’m speechless. What had caused this transformation in her, and why had she changed her looks? Was she trying to outdo me today, of all days? Bitch.

“Happy birthday, Celeste. I wanted to come up and give you your birthday blessings personally.”

Her voice is devoid of all warmth. I try to regain my composure, reminding myself not to show any weakness in front of her. I am the queen bee, the one about to become Alpha of the pack, not her. She is nothing. A nobody. Who cared what she looked like when she wasn’t that impressive to begin with? I was so much better than her and I always had been. She could change her looks, but she couldn’t change how weak and pathetic she was, I reminded myself smugly.

“Fiona” I sneer, my eyes glinting as I face her head on, “what a surprise to see you here. I thought you wouldn’t have the guts to show your face around here. Still,” I say sweetly, my voice dripping over with insincerity, “I have to admit that you look beautiful, sister. A makeover suits you. You were always so…” I pause as a strange expression takes over her face, “plain before. I’m sure that your mate appreciates you putting in some effort for once.”

such a statement and matched my anger for anger. Instead, she merely sighed and shook her head at me, infuriating me further. Why won’t she give me the satisfaction of losing her composure or even trying to personally attack me back? I’m almost desperate for a fight, knowing I have the ability to hurt her if I want to. That is, if my

I know and love. I guess it was too much to expect

like that! I was the golden child of my parents, and I had the adoration

is if your mate decides he wants you. Tell me,” I purred, wanting to rub it in, “have you gotten your wolf yet? I see the mark on your neck, but I can’t sense a wolf. It

changed. Marking her had not brought her

have one.

my wofl and I, had spoken to each other since I shifted. I still hated that my wolf was grey when it was meant to be black or white. It was bullshit. I felt as though my parents had lied to me or somehow made this happen. It never occurred to me that this was a result of my own behavior or that the moon goddess had cursed me. The moon goddess did not exist, as far as I was concerned. She was just a fairytale told to shifter children in order to get

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Chapter 163

Celeste,” my sister spoke, a sardonic expression on her face. “If anything.. I feel sorry for you. You could have it all, the title, the role, and the mat,e and still not be happy with your life. Nothing will ever be good enough for you, will it? Nothing will ever mount up to your crazy expectations, and I suspect it’s because mother and fathers have always coddled you, treating you

her. If anybody should be somebody to feel sorry for, it was Fiona, not me. She wasn’t finished yet, though. Not by a long shot. She had an axe to grind and she was finally venting everything she had kept from me before. I felt humiliated as she continued to put me down and