
My Sister's Alpha
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Two sisters born with unimaginable power but only one is allowed to carry it-allowed to rule.
Naidira Thornton lives her entire life as a shame to her powerful parents-an alpha without a wolf, a daughter without her parents' favour, a mate left unclaimed. When she is banished for a crime she is innocent of and replaced by her own twin in a marriage built in lies, the pack believes the weaker sister has been erased.
They are wrong.
The secrets pile sky high till a perfect Luna's crown and an alpha's authority shatters under bloodshed and betrayal, Naidira returns and triggers a chain of events no one can stop. Bonds awaken, wolves arise.
Power was never taken from Naidira. It was buried.
And when it breaks free, nothing-family, throne, or fate-will survive unchanged.
My Sister's Alpha Chapter 1
NAIDIRA POV
"Cheers!" Someone hollered, the sound of clinking wine glasses echoing through the bustling night air as people made merry and danced.
I stood off to the side, fiddling with the hem of my silk gown, my throat feeling dry.
"Stop looking so dead before your parents start to give you a lecture again," Malia muttered under her breath, stopping when she got to me and handed me a wine glass. "Here you go, you look so pale."
I shot her a glare, wrapping my slender fingers around the cold glass. "Tell me about it. I would rather be studying in my dorm right now," I muttered bitterly under my breath as I took a sip of the liquid and almost spat it out.
Malia barely reacted to that. "Didn't you hate studying?"
My brows crinkled as I looked into the glass. "What is this? Is this..." I shot her a disgusted look. "I said I didn't want ale, Malia. This thing is disgusting. And for the recordㅡ I'd take college over this. It never changes."
It never did.
Every single year, I came home to the same thing. My parents barely paying any attention to me. My twin sister being attended to every second of the day while I trailed behind as though I wasn't a part of the family.
If I had my way, I wouldn't be here. I would be in college, wallowing in self pity as always. But mum had made it clearㅡ I was to be present at the bonfire ceremony. It would be inappropriate for the Alpha's daughter to skip the most important night of the pack.
Right, I had that title only when it was convenient.
"Seriously," she deadpanned, turning to me with a small smile on her face. "You're clearly nervous. We should be dancing with the rest of the packs. You can't just stand here and expect your mate to find you."
"Oh yeah?" I took another sip of the disgusting liquid, wincing when it burned its way down my throat. "Watch me."
Of course I was nervous.
The bonfire night wasn't just a celebrationㅡ it was fate made public. It was the night when the Moon goddess decided who belonged to whom. Some wolves had waited years for this. Some never found their mate.
And then, there was me.
Born into royalty, trained as an Alpha, expected to marry well, form alliances and never ㅡ everㅡ cause trouble.
I'd done everything right.
Which meant tonight terrified me.
The idea of not finding a good mate. Or one at all. Disappointing my parents and proving that I was nothing compared to my sisterㅡ Calanthe.
She could shift. She had her Alpha powers manifested already. And me? I couldn't do a thing.
Bile rushed up my throat and my vision swam. "I need to go meet my dad at the high table. I'll be back soon."
Before Malia could protest, I was moving away, pushing through the throng of people as I made my way past the huge flames licking up into the sky.
"Sorryㅡ" I tried to wiggle through a couple happily staring up at the large bonfire that stretched tall.
Thenㅡ
Someone must have shoved me in an attempt to move, but I stumbled, legs tripping over the other as I fell right at the foot of the fire, palms landing on a few hot coal.
I yelped, immediately scrambling to my feet as tears stung my eyes. "Shit!' I cursed, staring down at my trembling fingers with visible burns now.
That hurt like hell. And due to the fact that I hadn't manifested my powers yet, I was going to heal at a human pace. Just great.
People around looked at me, unsure if they should approach.
Something bitter in me told me that if Calanthe had been the one injured, they would be racing to help her.
Bunch ofㅡ
I didn't wait for their pity, I stalked off to the side, away from the massive crowd as I collapsed on a log, uncaring of the way the hem of my gown brushed against the damp earth, stained with dirt.
Trying to calm myself down, I blew softly on my palms, trying to ease the pain. Thenㅡ
"You okay?" A voice suddenly echoed and I looked up quickly, my heart flipping when I saw a massive figure towering over me.
"You scared me..." I forced a smile to the stranger.
Who was this?
I tried to look at his features fully in the dim light of the moonlight that veiled the grounds.
He had dark hair, hazel eyes and high cheekbones, lips pursed as he stared down at me. "Apologies. That doesn't look that goodㅡ" He nodded to the burns on my palms.
Subconsciously, I shut my palms, letting out a nervous chuckle. "It's fine. You should go enjoy the bonfire night."
It was weird. A total stranger who actually...cared. Not Malia. A total stranger. There was a tug in the air between us. Sharp and compelling. What was that?
"Wait here..." He muttered under his breath, disappearing for barely a minute before he came back with a small first aid box.
I folded into myself, breath hitching as he crouched low, strands of his hair falling into his face as he pulled out a few materials. "You don't have toㅡ"
He was already dabbing at the burns, his rough calloused hands holding onto mine tightly, the contact making me shudder. "Don't mention it. This isn't a big deal."
My heart was thrumming faster than louder in my chest, pulse fluttering under my skin. "Who are you?"
He looked up at me, my heart skipping a beat as his dark eyes locked on to mine. "Orion. Alpha Orion."
My throat dried and I couldn't tear my gaze away. What was happening? He was an Alpha? And not just any Alpha. Alpha Orion? From Moonfire pack?!
"I'm...Naidira..." I stuttered, my heart doing a stupid little flip in my chest when he smiled slightly and stood up.
"Well, Naidira... it was lovely meeting you," He muttered, voice barely heard over the soft gust of wind as he stretched out a hand to me.
Slowly, I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his much larger ones.
Something in me jolted at the contact. Like something had locked into place.
Was he...my mate?
*************
"Mum? Dad?!" I called out, happily skipping into the house later that night.
The bonfire was over. People had dispersed for the night after having fun but I had spent the rest of the night thinking about Alpha Orion. Had the moon goddess really blessed someone like me with a mate as powerful and kind as he was?
It all felt too surreal.
Mother was at the table, a small scowl on her face as she saw me saunter into the dimly lit room. "Do not raise your voice, Naidira. It is unbecoming of a lady."
My heart deflated slightly at her words, gaze falling on Calanthe who was seated next to her at the table, gently cutting into a slab of steak.
Father reached for a glass across, pulling it to himself. "You're late? You were with Malia?" Before I could answer, he was already adding, "you should be like Calanthe, Naidira. She was home immediately when the bonfire ended and she didn't stray away from the family during it."
My heart clenched painfully and I gripped the edge of my gown. "Apologies, I had a... slight inconvenience."
No need telling them I had an injury.
Calanthe didn't even look up from her food. Her blonde hair was pulled up high in a messy bun, skin pale and gleaming as she basked under the light. It felt like everything answered to her.
Swallowing back the bitter tang of jealousy, I forced a smile. "I met someone. I think he's my mate." I announced.
The room went still and mother's fork clattered to the plate. Father almost choked on his water and even Calanthe paused, raising her brow at me.
"Are you sure?" My father sounded stern. Hopeful.
I nodded happily. At least, it seemed that this pleased them.
"Yes! His name is Alpha Orion andㅡ"
My mother let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head slightly in disappointment while my father looked back at his plate.
"What?" I asked, looking between them. "What's wrong?"
Calanthe scoffed something under her breath, focusing back on her food.
My mother stood up. Slow. Purposeful. "Naidira..." She started, her voice low.
Unease prickled under my skin. That couldn't be good.
"What?" I whispered, not daring to hope.
She gestured to Calanthe. "Alpha Orion... He's been engaged to Calanthe long before the bonfire. He's not your mate. He's to be married to your sister."
It felt like someone had smacked me across the face.
No. Not this one too.
"Excuse me?"
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My Sister's Alpha of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.

7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.

8.3
Angel was slammed onto the freezing stone slabs of the central square, surrounded by the deafening, mocking laughter of her clan.
Her own sister, Jasmine, stood over her with a look of pure malice, loudly and falsely accusing Angel of sneaking into the Chief's tent to seduce him.
Then, Al Stein, the man who had sworn to be her mate, stepped out of the crowd with a twisted face of disgust.
"You're a genetic reject. You can't give me children. You're useless."
He threw their bone mate ring hard at her face, cutting her cheek, as the crowd roared for her blood.
Without a trial, the High Oracle stripped her of her citizenship and sentenced her to eternal exile in the deadly wasteland.
To make her punishment a complete joke, the guards dragged out a comatose, dying outcast named Kain, slicing Angel's finger to force a mate bond between the two defects.
They were tossed out into the raging blizzard like discarded corpses, the heavy steel gates slamming shut behind them, cutting off all light and warmth.
Angel crawled through the snow, her vision blurring from extreme starvation and the biting wind, suffocating under the weight of their lies.
Why did her own blood frame her? Why did her mate throw her away to die in the ice?
Just as the freezing shadow of death wrapped around her, a sharp, mechanical voice exploded in her mind.
[Genetic Evolution Codex activated. Host Status: Legendary Kitsune Prime.]
The despair evaporated from her chest, replaced by a burning vow to survive and make every single one of them pay.

9.1
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears.
When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me.
Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead.
I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind.
But I was completely wrong.
My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron.
My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman.
My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density.
They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.

9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.











