His Temporary Mate: Sold To The Lycan

As the atmosphere in the grand hall suddenly turned quiet, my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I wondered if my ears had deceived me, my face creased with confusion and disbelief. "Jedidiah?" I muttered under my breath. A surge of energy pushed someone through the crowd, nearly knocking me off balance. I held my ground, watching in stunned disbelief as Jedidiah, dressed in a stunning, revealing pink gown with towering heels, sauntered confidently towards the throne. It felt like a dream – my father, typically solemn, lifted the crown – the one meant for me – and placed it lovingly on her head. The once boisterous cheers now carried an undertone of unease. The audience, though still clapping, seemed to do so more out of obligation than genuine enthusiasm. I remained frozen, clinging to the hope that this was all a nightmare, but the reality was harsh – my stepsister, Jedidiah, now sat atop the throne, crowned as Alpha. The laughter that once echoed through the hall now felt hollow, a bitter irony. "Alpha Jedidiah," I whispered, unable to grasp the absurdity of the situation.