A Tale of Two Sisters

In my last life, I had been taken away from the auction hall without being given a choice, while Joey happily held hands with Yoran as they left.

Our fate would have been polar opposites as expected—Joey would become the Alpha's treasure, reveling in endless prestige.

As for me, my fate was unknown, reduced to an unknown figure's plaything.

What Joey didn't expect was for Yoran to treat her so coolly and never take her to bed.

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous.

Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces.

As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well.

She was in denial.

It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly.

He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.

"Erin… You're so beautiful tonight."

She must have lost her sanity as she kept remembering that day when we were chosen by different species.

She was our parents' favorite, and she had every right and disposition to claim the better prospect—so why did I, the dumber and uglier sister, get it instead?

Hence, she learned to curse until she killed me in her spirit form, after which she was reduced to oblivion as well.

She was also reincarnated when I opened my eyes again, and she immediately made the other choice in this life.

However, I was grateful for that.

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I still hadn't seen Yoran's face even after three days since he took me home.

He appeared to be busy, and had plenty of other female slaves—I was just one of them and wasn't eye-catching at that.

But I didn't mope, instead happily munching on the dry bread they always placed on the servants' table.

It was wonderful not having my blood sucked every day, after all.

Even as the thought crossed my mind, I choked on the bread and almost passed out.

As I scrambled to chug a glass of water to wash it down, the door opened.

Yoran's burly form made the servant's room look especially small.

Seeing him scowl at the bread, I quickly lowered my eyes while my heart pounded.

Was he upset that I was a glutton?

Still, seeing him not hiding his stare as he studied me from head to toe, I remembered the rumors about him in our past life.

Yoran became the new Alpha by slaying his own father and his brothers, and he was a savage who loved to feast on human flesh.

Just the thought left me quietly taking a few steps back away from him, but before I steadied myself, he caught my bare shoulders.