Alpha Twin's Regret

Summary

My father scoured the underground markets and bought my sister and me a pair of twin wolf-blood slaves.

Catherine snatched the tall, powerfully built brother first—his alpha scent already awakening despite the silver shackles. That left me with the scrawny, silver-poisoned "cripple" whose wolf seemed permanently dormant.

I pitied the poor bastard. His wolf was so suppressed I could barely catch his scent, so I kept him close, hoping my presence might help him heal.

His legs were useless, twisted from what looked like forced silver injections.