I Gave The Prince To My Sister And Found My True Mate Chapter 01
On the day the royal family chose a political match for the heir, whoever drew the red card from the crystal box would become Prince Lucian’s official fiancée.
When I drew the red card, my mother cleared her throat quietly.
She wanted me to yield my place to my sister, Rosalie.
She said Rosalie was elegant and clever, the one best suited to represent the Cedar Valley Pack in the royal family. As for me, I’d grown up outside our territory after being lost for years. Even after being found and brought back, I had become quiet and awkward, unfit to face the royal family or the national media.
I looked at Prince Lucian’s handsome, gentle face, my heart spiraling out of control, and defied my mother for the first time.
But on our wedding day, Lucian fell in love with Rosalie at first sight.
On our wedding night, while holding me in his arms, he asked if I would be willing to let my sister move into his royal estate as a companion under his open protection.
I told him I would rather die.
That was my second act of defiance.
Later, Lucian inherited the throne and began an affair with Rosalie after she returned home, widowed.
He smiled as he told me, “Rosalie is pregnant. This time, it won’t be up to you.”
“You’re too stubborn. I can’t let you hurt her again.”
So he stripped me of my title as Luna Queen, moved me into a remote royal residence under surveillance, and prepared to let Rosalie take my place.
For my third act of defiance, on the day she was to move into the palace’s main wing, I drank a concentrated dose of aconite.
Before my consciousness vanished, the only thing I saw was Lucian’s eyes flashing red.
When I opened them again, I was back on the day of the drawing.
I had fought this battle three times.
This time, I wouldn’t fight.
Calmly, I handed the red card to my mother.
…
My mother clasped the red card, the tension draining from her face.
“Audrey, you’ve finally learned to behave.”
I raised my eyes and looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time.
Luna Helena Porter was beautiful. She and Rosalie looked remarkably alike, especially their green eyes, which always seemed so tender and full of emotion.
In my last life, even on the day I died, I never understood why that tenderness was never turned my way.
We were both her biological daughters.
I was the one who had been lost for years outside the territory, the one who had endured hardship after hardship.
But what Rosalie had, I did not.
Only what Rosalie didn’t want ever fell to me.
Mother would say, “Your sister’s health is poor. You should look after her.”
Father, Alpha Edmund, would ask coldly, “That belongs to Rosalie. Why are you always trying to take what’s hers?”
I gave up clothes, food, rooms, and training opportunities.
They still weren’t satisfied.
They hated the small-town accent that clung to my words, the calluses on my work-hardened hands, the way I didn’t know how to speak to people at Pack banquets.
I learned to walk, eat, and smile the way Rosalie did. I corrected my pronunciation until my lips went numb and rubbed my knuckles raw.
Then they said I was doing it on purpose to draw attention and make the entire Pack a laughingstock.
Rosalie had once reminded me softly, “Audrey, imitating other people only makes it more obvious that you don’t belong here.”
Now, I no longer needed an answer.
Softly, I said, “Don’t worry. I know what to do.”
Mother nodded in satisfaction and turned to find Rosalie.
Rosalie had come down with a severe flu and was recovering at the Alpha’s residence, so she hadn’t been able to attend the drawing at the Royal Castle. According to the rules, the Cedar Valley Pack could apply to change its candidate for the engagement before midnight.
Of course, my mother wanted to be the one to place the red card in Rosalie’s hands.
Before leaving the lounge, she still seemed unconvinced. She turned back and warned me, “Since you agreed, don’t try anything before the Council confirms it. Don’t let me find out you’ve got other ideas.”
I looked at her and said only, “There’s already someone I want to marry.”
She didn’t ask who it was.
She had never cared about my life.
She just tossed one last line over her shoulder: “Good. Prince Lucian wouldn’t choose you anyway.”