My Adopted Sister Stole My Mate So I Claimed The Dragon King

At our pack's full moon ceremony, my adopted sister, Jocelyn, captured everyone's attention with a potion formula she'd stolen from me.

However, this ceremony was held to find a mate for the rumored cursed and ruthless Dragonkin descendant, Corbin Thorne.

That very night, the Dragonkin sent their envoys, demanding a union with the pack's most gifted potion maker.

My fated mate, Colton, panicked at the news. To "protect" Jocelyn, he immediately completed the mate bond with her.

Once the bond was sealed, Jocelyn smugly flaunted the mating mark on her neck.

"Your fated mate is mine now, Wren. The Alpha will discard you, the pack will exile you, and you'll be nothing but a rogue."

She was wrong. I had another choice.

I found my parents and the elders, who were scrambling to deal with the fallout.

"She is unwilling to accept the union. I am!"

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My words landed like a thunderclap in the silent room, freezing my father's hand in mid-air as he held the letter from the Dragonkin.

My mother's eyes widened, her powerful aura wavering. "Wren, are you insane? Corbin Thorne is cursed and ruthless! I heard he nearly tore a servant's throat out when he lost control in his beast form. Bonding with him would be a death sentence!"

My father coughed lightly before I could speak. "If she doesn't go, then what about Jocelyn? She's already completed the bond with Colton..."

Conflict flickered in my mother's eyes, and she slowly released her grip on my hand.

An icy dread seeped into my heart. I was their biological daughter, yet they always favored Jocelyn, the adopted girl who played the part of the pitiful, obedient child.

I sneered. "But I have one condition. On the day of my bonding ceremony, Jocelyn must publicly admit that she stole my potion formula."

"That's a vicious thing to say, Wren! Are you trying to ruin Jocelyn's reputation?"

My father slammed his hand on the table, and my mother looked at me with raw disappointment.

A scornful smile twisted my lips. "The Dragonkin want a true healer. She can't have it all. It's either her reputation or her 'happily ever after'."

In the end, they relented for the safety of the pack.

I turned and left without hesitation, but in the hallway, I ran into Colton, fresh from a tender moment with Jocelyn.

Colton was loosely draped in a robe, his chest a canvas of suggestive red marks. The cloying scent of rose perfume, Jocelyn's signature fragrance, clung to him.

It was easy to imagine how intimate they had been these past few days.

When he saw me frown in disgust and step aside, Colton scrambled to block my path.

"Wren, I know you're angry, but this was the only way I could protect Jocelyn. The Dragonkin are extremely possessive. Having her bond with another wolf was the only way to ensure he wouldn't pursue her."

I forced a bitter smile.

"And what about me?"

We should have completed our bonding ceremony long ago, but he kept leaving me at the altar every time Jocelyn threw a tantrum.

The ceremony was postponed again and again, and now, at this critical moment, he had completed the bond with Jocelyn.

The only path left for me was a dead end: either bond with the Dragonkin descendant or be exiled, because someone had to face the Dragonkin's wrath.

A flicker of guilt crossed Colton's eyes, and he eagerly grasped my hand. "Wren! I won't let you marry that Dragonkin bastard! I know, I can make you my slave mate. You can live in my residence under that title, and then you won't have to bond with anyone else."