My Sister's Alpha
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.
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Chapter 2
NAIDIRA'S POV
It felt like the world had been tilted on its axis and my heart was pounding systematically in my chest. Each loud thud felt like a death knell.
"What do you mean?" I rasped, my throat suddenly running dry.
She looked at my father and sat back down, pulling a glass of water to herself.
Why was no one saying anything?
Calanthe stood up, muttering something under her breath before she walked to her room, but not before casting me a small smirk with a slight twitch of her lips.
"You know how it is, Naidira. Sit." My father gestured to the chair where Calanthe had sat a while ago.
My legs wobbled as I collapsed heavily on the seat. "Explain."
One word.
But the weight it carried was evident.
My father had this blank on his face. Like I was supposed to just get it. That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister.
Why couldn't I have something to myself for once?
"Don't you get it?" He started. "You're not good enough for Alpha Orion."
The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. "What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?" My voice cracked on the last statement.
My mother spoke up before my father could. "No one is saying that. Just not with Alpha Orion. Do you know how powerful he is? He's the next big thing. He's so powerful that Alphas bow to him, Naidira. Be a realist. Do you know who he needs as a mate?"
My heart chipped at the edges. "A powerful Luna..." I whispered.
My mother clicked her fingers. "Exactly. And let's face it, you're not up to that. You can't even shift. We're doing this for your own sakeㅡwe just want to protect you. It's gonna be too much of a power imbalance and you wouldn't be able to keep up, no one would accept a weak woman for a Luna."
Her words cut deep and pain seared through me. Hot. Blinding. I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging with tears.
So, this was it?
Once more, I had lost another thing.
Because I wasn't enough.
And I would never be.
And as much as it hurt me, they were rightㅡ I wasn't fit to rule.
Calanthe was.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
Accepting my fate didn't make it any easier. I saw him more often, he came around the house, giving me small smiles what my heart ached with the knowledge of what I lost.
I should be happy. Rejoice with Calanthe and squeal when she presented the wedding dress to me last night.
But I couldn't bring myself to feel joy for someone else when it had evaded me.
That's why I spent longer than necessary, staring at the mirror in my room. Was it visible? What I thought about this marriage? It was all sudden.
There was a short rap on the door and I jerked, swallowing hard. "Uhㅡ Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," I croaked.
My mother's voice filtered in, merry and sweet. "Hurry, dear. The ceremony is about to start."
Of course she was happy. Her daughter was getting married into a family that she could only dream about. The connections. Power. Alliances. That was all that mattered to her.
I took a deep breath, looking at my reflection in the mirror again. The pale dress clung to my curves, barely bringing any form of attention to myself. Of course this was what mum picked out. It didn't matter if I was the bride's sister, I shouldn't hold a candle to the beauty of her gown.
Everything seemed tailored to make me fade off into the background.
As always.
Less than 30 minutes, I forced myself to keep a frozen smile on my face as I watched the priest say the vows to Alpha Orion and Calanthe who was beaming.
My fingers gripped the hem of my gown in habit.
Everyone was so happy.
The pack grounds was bustling with energy and from where I sat, wedged between my mum and my dad, I had an unobstructed view of the whole event.
Yay, lucky me, I guess.
The murmurs behind us didn't do anything to help too. In fact, it only added to the anger thrumming in my veins.
"I can't believe she's getting married to Alpha Orion."
Yeah, me neither.
Another hushed voice behind whispered. "That's so cool and impressive. I can only imagine how proud the family must be having a daughter who brings nothing but good things to them."
Something ugly stirred in my stomach at that but I swallowed it back.
Thenㅡ
"The other one didn't find her mate. She's probably cursed. Can't even shift. The moon goddess couldn't even give her anything. She probably doesn't deserve it too. She's pretty useless to such a powerful family."
That made me pause, my cheeks flushing as I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat, the silk suddenly feeling too tight around my skin.
Useless?
Something told me they knew I heard. They could see the way my shoulders tensed in front of them. And they only snickered.
Tears burned in my eyes. I was undeserving of Alpha Orion? Calanthe also didn't deserve him. I knew her first hand.
My gaze burned with fury and I clenched my fists in anger. Fuck them all.
There was still time. To object to the wedding and stop this madness.
Everyone was clapping silently, focused on the vows being exchanged.
My feet moved before I could stop them and I sprang to my feet.
Calanthe whipped her neck to look at me, panic flashing in her eyes when she saw the defiance in mine. She knew I wanted to object to it. Stop her dream marriage.
"Iㅡ" I started, my voice loud enough for everyone pause and look at me confused.
Before I could utter another word, Calanthe beat me to it. "My sister, Naidira and I would like to inform everyone of something important."
Alpha Orion looked confused. Just like everyone else. "What's going on?"
I raised a brow, chest heaving silently. What did she want to say?
Her fingers dropped to her stomach and her next words were soft. "I'm with child for the Alpha."
My blood ran dry as gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Calanthe was...pregnant?
For Alpha Orion?
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7.2
Two years ago, Amaya Bennett witnessed a murder.
A powerful man was killed in cold blood, right in front of her. She should have died that night too.
Instead, she woke up in a hospital with no memory of what happened. No faces, no names and no clues. Just fragments, blurred images that slip through her fingers every time she tries to hold on.
Now, Amaya lives a quiet life, piecing herself back together. She works part-time, avoids trouble, and stays invisible. Until she lands a job at Twilight Global.
A company owned by Jake Anderson, the cold and untouchable CEO whose father was murdered the same night Aria lost her memory. Jake spent years searching for the only witness. But she vanished without any trace. Or so he thought.
But somehow, they cross path again, working under his roof, completely unaware of the truth she carries.
The killer is still out there.
And when Amaya starts getting flashes of blood, a voice, a ring glinting under the dim light, the hunt begins again.
But this time, she's not alone. Because even before he realizes who she is... Jake has already started protecting her. In the most relentless and dangerous way.
9.3
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline.
For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour."
But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress.
He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life.
He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth.
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
7.5
"I know you're pregnant, Valentina. That's why you have to die tonight. Two lives for the price of one, efficiency was always my strong suit."
On her third wedding anniversary, Valentina was gifted a shallow grave.
Her husband, Kennedy, the man she adored, was never a billionaire. He was a fraud who drugged her, watched her drown in a poisoned bath, and ordered her burial so he could marry his mistress.
He didn't know the gardener would hesitate. He didn't know she would crawl out of the mud, pregnant, broken, and alive. And he never imagined that ghosts would come back with teeth.
Dragged from the storm by Ian Kingston, the Titan of industry, Valentina is saved by a man so powerful that Kennedy is nothing more than a disposable bookkeeper in his empire.
To the world, Ian is a monster.
To Valentina, he is survival.
But Ian doesn't see a victim.
He sees Misha, his vanished wife, the mother of his two children, the woman who disappeared without a trace.
"You have 365 days to prove you aren't her, little bird. Until then, you will sleep in my bed, wear my name, and obey every rule I set."
Trapped in a deadly case of mistaken identity, Valentina signs the contract.
She becomes Misha Kingston, cold, ruthless, untouchable. Wrapped in emerald silk and Ian's dark protection, she walks back into the world that tried to bury her.
The next time Kennedy sees his dead wife, she isn't in a coffin.
She's in the arms of his boss. Wearing a queen's crown. Looking down at him from a throne of gold.
But as Ian's control turns into obsession, Valentina faces an impossible truth.
She is hiding a child conceived by her enemy... While being claimed by a king who refuses to let her go.
He buried a wife.
He's about to kneel before a Goddess.
7.6
I sold myself to a paralyzed billionaire to pay for my mother's life support.
But my step-sister staged a photo of me with another man, making my new husband think I was a cheating gold-digger.
In a jealous rage, Curtis locked me in a dark panic room.
While trapped, my step-mother sent a picture of her hand on my mom's ventilator plug, forcing me to sneak out to a black-market clinic.
There, they forcibly drained 800cc of my blood to sell.
Half-dead and in severe shock, I dragged myself back home, only for Curtis to confront me with another staged photo of my ex grabbing me outside the clinic.
Believing I had snuck out to see a lover, he ordered his guards to throw my blood-drained body into the freezing wine cellar.
"Please, don't put me down there! I'll die!"
I begged and clung to his wheelchair, but he just kicked my hand away in absolute disgust.
In the pitch-black, 55-degree room, my organs slowly shut down.
I didn't understand why I had to endure this hell, or why he was so blinded by his own fragile ego that he never even noticed how chalk-white my face was.
Hours later, his precious sister needed an emergency transfusion, and they dragged my icy body out to drain me again.
But when the doctor rolled up my sleeve and exposed the horrific, bruised puncture wound, Curtis finally realized the truth.
As he stared at my arm in absolute, paralyzed terror, the EKG machine attached to my chest flatlined.
8.2
Ashley was tied to a rusted iron pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the noxious fumes of gasoline soaking her clothes.
Her fiancé Devon and her stepsister Brittany stood before her, revealing a horrifying truth. Devon never saved her from that fatal car crash three years ago; he merely stole the credit.
Worse, Brittany smirked and confessed that Ashley's own father had orchestrated her mother's murder. Before Ashley could process the betrayal, Devon callously tossed a lighter. A wall of blistering heat instantly consumed her. Even when Bennett Hawkins, the cold and untouchable billionaire, rushed into the inferno to shield her with his body, they were both swallowed by the explosion.
As the fire melted her skin, Ashley died with agonizing hatred. Why did her own flesh and blood want her dead? What dark secret were they hiding about her mother's tragic death?
Opening her eyes again, freezing saltwater violently flooded her lungs.
She was back at her twentieth birthday yacht party, right after Brittany had secretly pushed her into the freezing Hudson River.
Staring at the hypocritical faces of her family pretending it was an accident, Ashley didn't cry or beg. She calmly snatched a phone and dialed 911.
"Yes. I need to report an attempted murder."