Alpha, You Chose My Sister

Ivy, a dedicated Omega, endures a life of servitude to support her sister, Becky. Her world shatters when King Kaden, the formidable Alpha she loves, chooses Becky as his Lunar Queen instead of her. Betrayed by her own blood and rejected by her fated mate, Ivy is cast out into a dangerous world. As she fights for survival, hidden powers awaken within her, forcing her to choose between seeking revenge or finding her own path to true royalty.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The sound of my own sister's laughter echoing from our bedroom stopped me cold in the marble hallway. Not just any laughter—the breathless, intimate kind that made my stomach clench with a horrible certainty I wasn't ready to face.

I pressed my back against the wall, my silver anniversary gown suddenly feeling like a mockery against my skin. Through the crack in the door, I could see them. Marcus, my Alpha husband of exactly one year tonight, had Sophia pinned against the wall where our wedding photo used to hang. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her mouth claiming his with a hunger I recognized but had never inspired.

"God, I've missed this," Sophia purred, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "Playing the grieving sister at your anniversary party was exhausting."

My heart shattered so completely I was surprised the sound didn't echo through the mansion.

"Soon we won't have to pretend anymore," Marcus growled, his voice rough with desire. "Luna's served her purpose. Her father's company is mine now, and she's too weak to fight me for it."

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The conversation continued, each word a knife twisting deeper.

"She actually thinks you might learn to love her," Sophia laughed cruelly. "The poor little Omega, so desperate for her Alpha's approval. It's almost pitiful."

"Love her?" Marcus's laugh was cold enough to freeze blood. "I can barely stand touching her. Thank God for you, or I might have gone insane this past year."

The hallway spun around me. A year of marriage. A year of trying so desperately to be the perfect wife, believing that if I just tried harder, loved him more completely, he might eventually return even a fraction of my devotion.

All of it had been a lie.

"What about the divorce?" Sophia asked, straightening her dress—my dress, I realized with fresh horror. She was wearing the red Valentino I'd bought for our first anniversary dinner. "She won't just agree quietly."

Marcus's smile was predatory. "Luna won't have a choice. The prenup is iron-clad, and I control everything now. If she wants to keep anything—the house, the trust fund, even her mother's jewelry—she'll do exactly what I tell her."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then I'll destroy her so completely that no Alpha in the city will touch her. A broken Omega with no pack, no money, no protection." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll come crawling back, begging for scraps."

I backed away from the door, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip the wall for support. The sounds from the bedroom followed me—Sophia's theatrical moans, Marcus's answering growls, the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall.

Our bed. Our anniversary night.

Somehow, I made it to the guest bathroom down the hall before my legs gave out entirely. I collapsed against the locked door, finally allowing the sobs to tear from my throat. The woman in the mirror looked like a stranger—mascara streaking down her pale cheeks, silver gown wrinkled, eyes wild with betrayal and rage.

My phone buzzed against the marble counter. A text from Marcus: Where are you? The anniversary dance is starting soon. Don't embarrass me by being late.

The casual cruelty of it—texting me to hurry while he was still inside my sister—sparked something dangerous in my chest. Something that felt suspiciously like fury.

I stared at my reflection, watching as the broken woman's expression slowly hardened into something sharper. More focused.

They thought I was weak. Controllable. A pathetic Omega who would accept any scraps they threw her way.

They were about to learn how wrong they were.

But first, I needed proof. Evidence of their affair, their conspiracy, their plan to destroy me. Marcus might control my father's company now, but he'd made one crucial mistake.

He'd underestimated me.

I straightened my shoulders, wiped away the tears, and began to plan. By the time I returned to that anniversary party, I would be ready for war.

The only question was: would I be strong enough to win it?

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Erisa and her lover Blaze were in the guest room while I was supposed to be asleep. However, I didn't sleep a wink that night. I smoked cigarettes all night long. Finally, I decided that this is the end. The next day, when Erisa and Blaze went on a mission, I went alone to the valley where the rogues were. When Erisa saw me again, I had become a charred corpse. But all of this was just an elaborate hoax I had set up, and my true identity was also revealed...

Action Fantasy Mystery Romance Werewolf

7.1

Enslaved By The Lycan King

7.1

His grin spread and he leaned closer to me, his scent overshadowing my senses. "I own you and this entire place, Scarlett. Whatever I decide to do to them is none of your business, is that clear?" "I hate you, Asher. I hate you with every cell in my body!" I seethed through my teeth, but his grin only grew wider. "We both know that you are lying..." His fingers moved to my chest, slowly making their way over my breasts, searching for my nipple. "Your whole body can't survive without me." *** Scarlett's holy union to Asher, the feared king of the Forgotten Lands, was meant to unite kingdoms but behind closed doors, her marriage becomes a prison. Asher wants an heir, a throne, and revenge against the family that once ruled over him. Scarlett is only the means to an end. Caught between a husband who breaks her body yet craves her soul, and a trusted friend whose loyalty hides a thirst for power, Scarlett learns that love in the Crystal Peaks is never gentle. It is claimed, twisted, and betrayed. As war brews, dark magic awakens, and an enemy long thought dead returns, Scarlett must decide who she truly belongs to... and how much of herself she's willing to lose to survive. Because in a world ruled by monsters, the most dangerous thing a woman can be is loved. Book 3 of The Lycan King Series.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.3

Escaping Into The Dangerous Devil's Arms

9.3

My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family. Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb. When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump. "You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly. To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding. I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded. But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot. When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony. Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number. "You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."

Action Billionaire Modern Vampire

7.0

He Chose Power, She Found Love

7.0

Five years after my ex, Clay, traded me for power, we met again at an exclusive summit. He and his new fiancée, Destany, publicly humiliated me, calling me a trespasser and a thief for looking for my son's lost locket. Then, my three-year-old son, Justus, ran to me, crying "Mama!" In a horrifying move, Destany snatched him from my arms. She shrieked to the powerful crowd that I was a low-born commoner who had kidnapped a child of noble blood. The room erupted, calling for my arrest. Clay, the man I once loved, watched with cold satisfaction as guards pinned my arms back. He ordered them to take my son away and deal with me. I screamed that Justus was mine, but my pleas were drowned out by their accusations. How could this be happening? The man who once promised me everything was now helping to rip my child away from me, branding me a criminal. But just as they were about to drag me away, an immense power slammed into the room, forcing everyone to their knees. A tall, imposing figure appeared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. My husband, Damien, had arrived.

Action Modern Romance

8.6

His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession

8.6

I was the mute fisherman's daughter who married the King of New York, only to become his prisoner. Dante Vitiello didn't love me; he used my silence as a weapon and let his mistress, Valeria, rule my home. When Valeria poisoned herself to frame me, Dante didn't look for the truth. He drained my blood to save her life, then threw me into a freezing dungeon to rot among the rats. He planned to marry her while I shivered in the dark, telling me I was nothing but gutter trash. With no voice to scream and no way to fight, I chose the only escape left. I swallowed a vial of lethal pufferfish toxin, trading my life for a coma that mimicked death. I wanted to haunt him. I wanted my cold body to be his punishment. But when I woke up a year later, the world had changed. I wasn't in hell. I was in a clinic, and Dante was lying on the floor with a bullet in his temple. He had discovered the truth too late. To wake me up, he had accepted a deadly game of Russian Roulette. He signed our divorce papers with a steady hand, then pulled the trigger to buy my freedom. The monster was dead. And for the first time, the silence belonged to me.

Action Modern Romance

8.0

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

8.0

On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

Action Modern Romance

Alpha, You Chose My Sister

Chapter 1

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