Page 96 of Knot your Good Girl

She was wild and outgoing. Her hair was always colored in different pastel shades. I was shy and reserved. My pale blonde hair was natural and always tied up in a neat ponytail.

Our biggest difference was about alphas. She wanted a scented alpha, she also wanted a pack. I just wanted someone to look at me and not her.

You see, I was the good girl to her naughty.

She was the life and soul of every party, every fancy occasion we attended with our parents.

Until the day she got sick, and my beautiful sister changed overnight.

From that day, I listened to her. Never left her side. I slept in her bed and made sure she took her pain meds.

Dad was worried I’d catch something from her. Nobody knew what was wrong until it was too late to treat.

Secretly, I wanted to catch whatever she had; I wanted to take some of her pain. I wanted to die with her.

I sink to my knees. “Hello Ivy.” My voice cracking as I whisper, “I miss you so much. I have so much to ask you. So much to say to you...” I swipe away the tears at the edges of my eyes. “I’m so lost without you.”

I am.

She’d never let me die.

She made me make a promise. Despite everything our parents told us. She persuaded me of the merits of her belief that scent matched alphas were something to search for, and that it was real.

Mom never believed it. She met our dad; he was a producer in Hollywood. They are happy together. He gave her and us a beautiful life. We wanted for nothing, but Ivy and I had nothing of our own.

I had to move away to get that. Because everything was on a silver platter, but only to view, and Ivy made me realize that was what a life with an alpha would be like.

Unless—as she also convinced me—I found a scented mate. She was convinced only a scented mate would cherish me and make me his equal.

I believed her.

A couple of months after she died, I finally found her inner strength. The day when my search for my scented mate began.

I could not let my sister down. I was finding him for her, too, and proving her belief.

I failed.

Tears sting my eyes. I close them for a moment, taking in a deep breath of the warm summer air. “I thought I found him, Ivy.”

I lower myself down by the grave, my fingertips tenderly tracing the stone’s perimeter.

“But he never felt the same way. He never smelled me the same way. He wanted you.”

Aiden was her scented mate.

I reach out and brush my fingers across her name, as if expecting them to offer some comfort.

“I wish you were here. I wish we could laugh about all the stupid stuff we used to do. I wish I could hear your voice just one more time.” My voice breaks. “I wish you could tell me what happens now.”

I turn when a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees, and a warmth runs down my spine.

I see Toby typing a message on his cell.

“What would you say to me, Ivy? What would you tell me?” I croak, knowing she can’t help me, but wanting to ask her, regardless.

Tears spill down my cheeks as I wrap my arms around my body. “Dad thinks he was nothing more than a twin flame.”

It was Ivy who first warned me about twin flames. Telling me that person isn’t my soulmate.“Like Mom and Dad,”she told me.“They can be yours forever, but that person isn’t your soulmate. That person helps you get there. But only if you let them.”

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