A Tale of Two Sisters

My sister and I were both enslaved after the Great War and the defeat of humankind.

But before long, my sister's striptease performance earned the Alpha lycan's favor, and they soon left, holding hands.

On the other hand, I was taken away by a masked man unceremoniously after he left some money on the counter.

However, no one expected the Alpha lycan to chew through my sister's throat during the full moon, while the masked man treasured me, pampering me with endless wealth and prestige.

My sister turned into a vengeful spirit then and cursed me to death.

When I opened my eyes again, we had both reincarnated to that fateful day.

This time, my sister threw herself straight into the masked man's arms, sniffling as she begged, "Please love me?"

Standing nearby, I laughed.

After all, it was wonderful that I didn't have to be a vampire's walking blood pack in this life.

When my sister threw herself into the arms of the masked man, I knew that she had reincarnated too.

In our last life, when she saw the handsome face of Yoran the Alpha lycan, she promptly threw herself at him as if bewitched.

At the same time, she tripped me in front of the masked man.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Erin—I didn't mean to. But someone as ugly as you really doesn't suit an Alpha."

Then, leering at the masked man behind me in disdain, she scoffed, "The way I see it, you suit him way more."

When I looked up at the masked man, I shuddered from his sinister presence.

But before I could reject him, he grabbed my wrist, dropped some money on the counter, and dragged me outside.

This time, however, she had clearly changed her mind—she tripped me again, but this time into Yoran's arms, while she walked straight to the masked man, Sion.

She then spoke sonorously, "Please take me as your slave!"

Our parents were in the crowd, and both of them were stunned.

Years ago, we had fallen to hard times and wandered to these lands where we were enslaved.

Even so, our parents pinned their hopes on my sister's beauty, and hearing that Yoran would attend this auction, they bet everything on her.

As long as Joey hooked up with Yoran, wealth and prestige were within reach.

Hence, the fact that Joey chose the masked man undoubtedly threw a wrench into their plans.

"Joey!" my mother snapped.

Joey pretended not to hear, her fair cheeks covered in tears as she looked into Sion's impassive eyes. "I've heard so much about you, my lord. I'm your willing slave. Please, love me."

I could see our mother's knuckles clenching, as she yelled from the crowd, "Joey, you'd better be sure about this! Your future and our family's future is in your hands!"

Joey turned toward her, purring, "Don't worry, Mom. I know what I'm doing."

Our parents had always treasured her while neglecting me—just like now, as our mother thought