The Lycan King's Revenge Mate

June's POV

I let out a sigh as I pushed the door to my room open and the sight in front of me made me freeze. I let out a gasp in shock.

Crushed petals were spread on my table. And the card, the one he wrote by hand, just for me, was soaked through with water. His words were gone.

This was supposed to be a cute gift from my boyfriend, Seth. He was the Alpha's son and my long-term boyfriend, but his gifts were ruined. The flower bouquet, the note wishing me a happy birthday in advance was ruined.

I stood there, numb for a second. Then the heat rose up my spine like fire. She did this. My blood boiled and my palm curled into an angry fist.

I stormed down the stairs, fists clenched. There she was, lounging on the living room couch like a discount Barbie doll. Korra. My twin in name only. Her bleached blonde hair was twisted into some kind of over styled braid, and those fake blue contacts practically glowed against her orange-toned skin. Long lashes blinked slowly over heavy makeup. She looked up, feigning innocence with a pout that made my stomach turn.

"Oh dear sister, what happened to you? You have that ugly frown on your face again" She said, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

“Korra,” I snapped. “You touched my gifts”

She tilted her head with a mock gasp. “Oh, those were yours? I didn’t know. I thought maybe they were... moldy. And I’m allergic, remember?”

“Don’t lie to me!” I shouted. “You destroyed them on purpose! You knew they were from Seth!”

Korra rolled her eyes and gave a dramatic sniffle. “June, not everything is about you. I have a condition. You really should be more considerate—”

“You’re a manipulative, jealous little—”

“June!” My mother’s voice cut through the air like a whip. I turned, just in time to see her march in from the hallway.

Before I could even say a word, her palm cracked against my cheek.

I reeled, stunned, hand flying to my face. My mother glared at me, eyes cold.

"Mom" I whispered in shock.

“Sabotaging your sister just before your birthday? Shame on you,” she spat. “She’s trying to enjoy herself, and you come down here screaming like a banshee. You should be grateful she’s even noticed those flowers on time and took them out before it triggered any allergic reactions.”

I could barely breathe.

Korra sniffled again, clutching her chest as if I’d wounded her with words alone. I saw the smirk behind her fake tears. And I saw red.

I turned to my dad, who had walked in just in time to witness the explosion. He stood at the foot of the stairs, one hand resting on the banister, his mouth slightly open. His eyes flicked from me to Mom to Korra, then back to me again. And he said nothing.

“Dad?” I said, breathless. “Are you seriously not going to say anything?”

He glanced away, jaw tight, but didn’t speak. I could see the words on the edge of his lips— Don’t start. Just leave it. Not now. I’d seen that look too many times before. Silence was easier than the truth.

I laughed. Not because anything was funny, but because if I didn’t, I was going to scream until my lungs gave out. “Of course. Of course, you won’t. Why would you? Why would anyone in this family ever defend me?”

“June, enough,” Mom snapped, folding her arms. “You’re always playing the victim. It’s getting tiring.”

“The victim? She destroyed my flowers! My note! Seth spent time—he actually cared! And she just—ruined it—”

“I told you,” Korra interrupted, her voice soft. “I’m allergic to those flowers. I couldn’t help it. I had to throw them away. It was either that or break out in hives and I can't have that happening before my party tomorrow”

Our party was our birthday tomorrow and she had ruined the only gift I got.

“I hate this family,” I said clearly, not shouting anymore, just speaking the truth like it had been sitting in my throat for years. “I hate living in this house. I hate the lies and the fake smiles and how everyone walks on eggshells around her like she’s some fragile princess when she’s just a manipulative brat. And you all let her get away with it. Every single time."

Korra was the perfect twin, she was the one everyone loved. And I? I was hated! Mom always favored Korra over me. She never tried to hear me out or take my side. And Dad? Dad remained neutral. He never said a word to attack, nor a single word in my defense. I was tired, absolutely tired of living like this.

Korra looked shocked by my words and got up, walking towards me. "Sister, you shouldn't say that. You should be grateful that you get a loving family and you get to live in this big beautiful mansion with the most beautiful lady in the pack, me, as your sister" Korra said proudly with a smirk.

"You disgust me, Korra," I gritted. "I can't wait to leave here and move in with Seth."

Korra blinked slowly, then leaned closer, her voice so low only I could hear it. “We’ll see about that,” she whispered with a smile.

Dad finally left, without a word as usual. Mom turned her back, muttering something about disrespect.

I stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door behind me. My heart was still racing. I grabbed my phone and called Seth. He picked up almost instantly.

“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” His voice was calm.

“They ruined it,” I said. “The flowers. The card. She destroyed them. Korra.”

“What? Wait, why? What happened?”

“She said she’s allergic. Said she had to throw them out. But that’s bullshit. She just—” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “She did it on purpose. She knew they were from you. She always does this. She ruins everything.”

There was a pause, then he said softly, “I’m sorry, June. I didn’t know she was allergic. I never would’ve gotten those if I’d known—”

“Stop,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. I hated how Korra was making this all about herself.

“I’ll get you a new bouquet,” he offered. “Even better than the first one. Okay? I’ll make it up to you.”

I didn’t want a new one. What I would like, was a new family.

“I have to go,” I said and hung up before he could say anything else.

I stood in the silence of my room, my fingers trembling. But I refused to cry. Korra didn’t get to win. She didn’t get to see me broken.

Then I heard a soft knock. The door creaked open. I turned to the door and my body softened when I laid my eyes on her.

Beth.

She stepped inside holding a fresh bouquet of deep red roses, not wrapped in fancy paper, but still beautiful. Her short brown hair was a little messy, probably from running. Her black eyes searched mine. And her freckles were more noticeable than ever with her big beautiful smile.

“Hey,” she said, almost shyly. “I heard… what happened.”

I blinked at her, surprised. “How?”

“I saw Korra messing with your flowers and I kinda… guessed the rest.”

I swallowed hard. “She ruined them, Beth. The note was from Seth. It was really sweet. And she just—tore it apart.”

Beth came closer and then held out the new bouquet. “They’re not fancy, but they’re fresh. I picked them from the greenhouse. I thought… maybe you’d want something to replace the others.”

I took them gently, fingers brushing against hers. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You didn’t have to…”

She smiled softly. “You deserve something nice, June.”

I pulled June into a hug. June was my best friend and sister. Her father, who was our family gardener basically raised me. Growing up, my parents doted on Korra and ignored me. The gardener took me like his own and raised me alongside his daughter and I was grateful for that.

“Thank you,” I whispered again, burying my face into her shoulder. “Thank you for being here.”