Olivia silently watched them lower his casket, taking her love away. Tears rolled down her race, dragging her mascara with them. Her thin, pale hands clung onto the red rose, waiting for everyone to place their flower on top. Once they were gone, she slowly walked towards his grave.
"I love you, Dominic," she whimpered before placing the single, red rose, down.
She turned to face her beta, "Yes?"
After Olivia's mate is murdered, she learns one of his most hidden secrets. Her mate had a twin, a twin whome he lied about and shunned. With his twin coming into the picture, her life began to spiral out of control. But she discovers something that gave her hope.
Twin werewolves didn't get two mates per twin, they only got one. The strongest twin gets the mate while the other is to die alone. It was a cruel fate for the weaker twin, but for Olivia, it meant a second chance.
Little did she know....
His twin was nothing like him.