Mias POV

I stared at him, my heart slamming against my ribs.

This had to be some kind of trick.

The man standing before methe Alpha who carried himself with the weight of power and authoritylooked exactly like me. The same high cheekbones, the same stormy eyes, the same dark hair. It was like I had been split in two, like fate had been playing a twisted joke on me this whole time.

The brothers were frozen beside me, their tension ...