My soul drifted unconsciously into the chapel, staring blankly as my mate stood onstage, forming mate bond with someone else. 

In the romantic venue, all eyes were fixed on the couple at the altar.

My sister, Laura, was wearing the gown I had meticulously hand-sewn. She recited her vows to my mate, David, with tears in her eyes and a voice full of love.

Below the platform, my parents dabbed at the corners of their eyes filled with tears of joy, whispering, “Our sweet Laura is finally with the love of her life!”

The crowd clapped and smiled as the happy couple shared stories of their fairytale romance.

What destined encounter and unbreakable bond were they talking about?

In all their memories, I seemed not to exist. It was as if I’d always just been invisible.

The dress I had painstakingly designed to fit tight enough to slim my waist now hung perfectly on Laura, like it had been made just for her.

I floated above them, dead inside.

From the moment David proposed this ceremony, I was never meant to be his bride.

Now it all made sense why he never cared about the planning, and he’d always be smiling at his phone while ignoring my calls.

However, what I still couldn’t understand was why loving Laura had to come at the cost of destroying me.

Three days ago, I was brutally murdered at the abandoned silver mine near my home.

My parents tied my hands behind my back, forcing an entire bottle of mind-blocking potion down my throat.

They didn’t want me to resist or interfere with the ceremony. So, they threw me into the mine and left me there.

Then I watched in horror as a rogue wolf rushed at me.

I was tortured, assaulted, and killed in cold blood, all while I was pregnant.

No one should ever have to go through what he did to me.

He took his time, slicing through my flesh with a blade, inch by inch. My blood flowed freely, my skin turned pale, and my body went limp.

When I died, I couldn’t even fight back.

The silver ions in the mine had poisoned me, leaving me to my fate.