

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

Six years ago, after Elena was pushed into the sea, she was saved by the Dragon King, Yale, had a one-night stand with him, and gave birth to a pair of twins. One of the twins, Tina, was raised by Elena, and the other one, Minnie, was taken away by Yale. Six years later, Elena started to look for Tina's father to treat Tina's disease. After all the misunderstandings due to Tina and Minnie's identical looks, Yale and Elena finally uncovered the truth and confessed their love to each other...
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Six years ago, after Elena was pushed into the sea, she was saved by the Dragon King, Yale, had a one-night stand with him, and gave birth to a pair of twins. One of the twins, Tina, was raised by Elena, and the other one, Minnie, was taken away by Yale. Six years later, Elena started to look for Tina's father to treat Tina's disease. After all the misunderstandings due to Tina and Minnie's identical looks, Yale and Elena finally uncovered the truth and confessed their love to each other...

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.