And then, my mother fell ill. On her deathbed, she made Caspian promise to take care of me, to stay by my side, because I was his fated mate. He agreed, out of respect for the woman who had raised him up, but I knew in his heart he resented her for forcing him to stay.
And back when my Alpha father left, he left the pack for me to lead. Back then, I knew Caspian had always craved power, so I willingly made him the Alpha, content to remain in the background as the Luna. However, even after we mated, he never announced me as his Luna.
One day, I confronted him about it. "Caspian," I had said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why haven’t you announced me as your Luna?"
His response was like a slap in the face. "Your mother forced me to mate with you. And now you want to be Luna too? Dream on, Claire. The position of Luna will always be reserved for your sister."
His words stung more than any physical blow ever could. I had nothing left to say. I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t make him love me. The most important place in his heart was reserved for the most precious person—Ophelia.