I Lost My Pup and Almost Died at My Twin Sister's Ceremony

Celeste's POV

Gasps filled the room as wolves hurriedly shielded their pups' eyes from the shocking display on the screen. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind struggling to process the scene before me. There, in full view of everyone, was Cassidy—completely exposed and entangled with another wolf. But the wolf wasn’t Memphis.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Cassidy, my own twin, had betrayed her mate in the worst way possible. It was unthinkable. We hadn’t seen each other in years, yet I never imagined she would sink to such depths.

As the video played, the crowd's murmurs turned into venomous curses.

"Disgusting! On the day of her ceremony, no less!"

"He should reject her right now! She’s a disgrace to the pack!"

"How dare she spit in the face of the Moon Goddess like this? Her mate is lucky to have found out before she ruined his life."

"She doesn’t deserve mercy. A she-wolf like that should be punished severely!"

The voices around me grew louder, each word a blade slicing through my composure. My scalp prickled with fear as I realized that every angry gaze, every scornful word, was directed at me. They thought I was Cassidy. And the scent of another wolf they accused her of carrying—it was Damien’s scent they mistook for someone else’s!

Desperation clawed at me. "You've got it wrong! I'm not Cassidy! I'm her twin sister, Celeste Finley, the Luna of Deadbite Growlers!" I shouted, my voice trembling but firm.

I hoped—prayed—that my words would break through the haze of rage. But instead of recognition, I was met with more fury. Memphis’s eyes blazed with unrelenting anger as he slashed my cheek again, the sting of his claws igniting a burning pain across my face.

"You lying bitch! Do you really think I don’t know who you are? I know every inch of your body! I’ve shown you the proof, and yet you still dare to deny it? You even have the audacity to claim you’re a Luna? Who do you think you’re fooling?" Memphis snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

He dragged me toward the giant screen, forcing my face mere inches from the image of Cassidy in the video. "Look at her! Look at this whore! Do you still dare to deny it?!" he roared, his voice booming over the stunned crowd.

The room fell into an eerie silence as the wolves compared the face on the screen with mine. They were identical, down to the last detail. Growing up, Cassidy and I were inseparable, often mistaken for one another. Even our wolves were indistinguishable. The only thing that set us apart was a butterfly-shaped birthmark on my back, something no one could see now.

The video continued to play, showing the man in the recording carelessly tossing an expensive bag onto Cassidy after their encounter. "Didn’t you want this bag? I got it for you," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

My eyes widened in horror. That bag—it was the same one I was carrying today. The very sight of it sent a chill down my spine. My mind raced, trying to piece together the twisted reality of the situation.

Why was this happening? Why did it have to be me?

As my heart pounded in my chest, a dark suspicion began to take root. Was this all a setup? Had Cassidy planned this, knowing full well that our identical appearance would lead to this very moment? Had she invited me here to take the fall for her sins?

My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, and all I could do was hope—hope that Damien would arrive soon and save me from this nightmare. But deep down, my wolf and I both knew the truth. Cassidy had betrayed me in more ways than one.