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 3
NAIDIRA POV
ONE YEAR LATER
Life had been hell on earth. It felt like I could not go one day without being belittled by Calanthe subtly.
She had given birth a month ago and of course, I was expected to take care of the baby while she 'healed', which was just a frontier for lazing around.
My fingers worked fast, stroking the little boy's head while trying to shush him. "It's okay... your aunt is here..." I whispered, stroking him with a reverence that I rarely used.
I shouldn't feel jealous. Why should I? It wasn't her fault that I hadn't gotten my mate. But she never missed a second to remind me about my plight.
My feet ached as I straightened up, leaning to the side as I stretched.
Fuck.
The baby was softly cooing in his cot, his small hands clenched into tight fists as he warbled.
Of course Calanthe wasn't here. She was never here with her kid. It was my jobㅡ always mine.
Satisfied with his current state, I walked out of the room, feet softly padding across the plush floor, making my way back to my room.
And thenㅡ hushed voices.
I paused, sure I had heard wrong. No one was usually at the abandoned wing of the building.
But there it was again. Another voice. This time unmistakable. Calanthe.
"Can you get it or not?!" She hissed, sounding pissed at whoever was on the receiving end.
I shuddered, not wanting to make my presence known yet as I lurked around the corner, listening in on the conversation.
Maybe it was wrong to listen in on her. But I couldn't help myself. Whatever they were discussing was urgent.
"ㅡI'm not sure. Baby scent blockers are hard to get." The other person sounded unsure.
Calanthe groaned, the sound low and harsh. "How hard can it be to get a scent blocker?!"
My ears perked up. A scent blocker for the baby? Why would she want to block the scent of the baby?
I gripped the edge of the wall, nails digging across the surface of it.
"I'll do it. But you know it'll cost a lot."
Calanthe spoke again. "As long as it can stop anyone from guessing that the child isn't his, I'm ready for it. Get it for me by noon tomorrow. I'll get the money ready."
My stomach lurched, mind working fast to make sense of what I just heard. The child wasn't his? Wasn't for Alpha Orion?
Something ugly stirred in my stomach.
Anger. Disgust. Shock. I didn't know what to feel.
My feet moved before I could stop it and I stepped into the open space, fury written on my face. "Calanthe."
They both spun to look at me. Panic flashed across Calanthe's face and the maid went pale with fear.
My gaze darted between the two, finally resting on the maid. "Leave..."
She didn't wait. She scrambled away, muttering apologies under her breath.
Slowly, I turned to Calanthe. "What the hell were you trying to get?" I asked, stepping closer.
Her face was pale, devoid of color as I approached her. "Why were you listening on me?" She screeched instead.
Fucking pathetic.
"That isn't the fucking question, Calanthe. The baby... who is the father of that baby?" I asked, preparing myself for the worst.
Her lips parted but no words made it out, her lips wobbling instead. "It's Alpha Orion. Are you crazy? What makes you think you can ask me questions like that?"
I let out a low scoff. "Do I look stupid to you? I heard you, you know. I'll ask again." I moved closer. "Who. Is. The. Father?"
This time, she faltered, fingers twiddling with the sleeves of her shirt. "It'sㅡ"
I waited with bated breath. "Who?"
"Cedric!" She snapped.
My eyes widened, shock flashing through my expression for a second. "Cedric?!"
Cedric was Alpha Orion's beta and adopted brother. The baby was...his? And she lied to the whole court?! For a whole year?!
"Oh you littleㅡ" I cursed. "You think this is funny? Lying to everyone? Cheating on the Alpha and then lying to us? I'm gonna tell everyoneㅡ"
Before I could make it a step away, her fingers wrapped around my arm, pulling me back forcefully, causing me to stumble.
Her eyes were wide and she shook her head, a crazed look in her eyes. "No. You can'tㅡ"
A bitter laugh crawled up my throat, the sound rough. "I can't?!" I tried to shrug her grip away but she held tight, nails digging into my skin. "Let go, Calanthe!" I warned.
She shook her head stubbornly. "I would rather die than let you ruin everything I've worked for."
Footsteps faintly echoed through the hallway but I wasn't thinking again, I shoved her. Hard. She stumbled, crashing to the floor and I spun on my heels, ready to expose her for who she really was.
Thenㅡ
I froze, my eyes widening as I saw Alpha Orion and his parents beside him, their gazes wide and flicking from mine to Calanthe's slumped figure as she struggled to sit up, an exaggerated howl of pain escaping her.
"What's going on here?" Alpha Orion stepped forward, eyes wide with concern.
"I can explaㅡ"
"She pushed me! She tried to kill me!" Calanthe wailed, throwing herself into Orion's arms. "I told you this would happen!"
Waitㅡ what?!
I struggled to form words. "Wait, I can explain. She's lying!"
His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. "Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!" She seethed, voice harsh.
I took a step back, struggling to form words. "Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ"
"Silence!" A voice thundered and Alpha Orion looked at me, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't say another word."
My heart clenched in my chest and tears stung my eyes. "Iㅡ"
He looked away, pulling Calanthe closer as he checked her for injuries. "Are you okay?" He whispered, brows knitted together in concern.
His father tilted his chin up. "We've given you so many chances to prove yourself, Naidira. But you keep proving that you're a threat to the royal family. I don't think you are fit to stay here. We cannot risk harm to the Luna because of her jealous sister."
Something in me twisted. Jealous? Harm? I didn't even do anything to her. Why didn't they take my word.
His next words sliced through me.
"Naidira, you are hereby banished from this pack. Effective immediately."
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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."