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 5
ORION POV
TWO YEAR LATER
Calanthe stood at the center of the hall, her back bent, hair covering her cheeks as she whispered words into the ear of the child who had come seeking her help.
The child giggled happily before scurrying away with the rest of the children. Then, almost immediately, the child's presence was replaced by a group of younger girls.
The Pack believed that I'm blessed.
Power that placed me far above a mere Alpha, a lovely son and the perfect Luna-loved by many and admired by most. There was never a day she did not care for the people, guiding them and interceding in their favor.
I should be happy. I had everything a man could want, but why did my happiness feel like an illusion rather than reality?
Everyday felt like I was slowly slipping into my own darkness. Something felt off, but I couldn't point it out.
"Time for the family picture," the entertainer said through the mic.
Calanthe turned, her eyes sweeping through the crowd in search of me. When her beautiful gaze landed on mine, soft with love, she smiled gently and nudged her head for us to go up the stage.
It was our son Tari's second birthday, organized by Calanthe, and everyone here had come to celebrate it with us.
I moved.
My legs glided through the crowd as they parted for their Alpha and his family-family-the word felt unfamiliar.
I reached the center where Calanthe stood, now holding Tari in her arms. When Tari saw me, he quickly stretched his little arms out for me.
"I guess our celebrant has a favorite parent," the entertainer said, causing the crowd to laugh.
I took him into my arms. His hands rested on my shoulders while I held Calanthe's soft ones in my other hand. We made our way to the stage, where the photographer, my parents, and Calanthe's parents stood, ready for the shoot.
"Are you okay?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yeah...why?" I asked.
"You look a bit off today," she whispered, her voice laced with concern.
"I couldn't sleep well last night," I replied, smiling for the camera flashes.
She turned, her eyes scanning my face. "Maybe if you stop sleeping in your office and actually come to my bed, then you might sleep like a baby."
"I've got a lot of work to do," I mumbled.
"Give the child to the mother," the photographer said, and I complied.
"Did I do something wrong?" Calanthe asked, her smile slowly faltering, and I felt bad that I was the cause.
"No, you've never done anything wrong," I said. And that was the truth. She had been an unquenchable light and force in our marriage.
"Then why have you been avoiding me lately?" She asked.
A question I couldn't answer.
Or maybe I could.
Maybe I knew the answer but was trying to run away from it. Maybe it was because of her... her twin, whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to my wife. Maybe it was because I couldn't stop thinking about another woman.
But none of this was a suitable reply to give a woman who had showered me with love.
"It wasn't intentional." I drew her close, her body pressed against mine.
She jolted at first, then her face turned red when my words reached her ears. "Make sure you don't complain of being sore after tonight."
"Perfect!" The photographer yelled, as if his life depended on the picture.
When they were done taking pictures, I hurried down from the stage, leaving the family to catch up. I wasn't in the mood for their discussion or the many questions that would follow.
I headed straight for the minibar, where Cedric had glued himself for the night.
"If you finish my wine, that's coming out of your paycheck," I muttered.
"Just tell me you want me to be fully jobless so I can live under your roof," Cedric snickered, offering me a drink.
I took it, gulping it down in one go.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"No.. Yes," I muttered, adjusting my tie.
Cedric gave me a look that said he knew I was lying but didn't press. Instead, we watched the party in silence.
The music and laughter had no effect on me as they usually did. Now, everything felt suffocating and irritating.
After a few minutes, Cedric broke the silence. "What's going on with you and Calanthe?"
I wanted to lie, but Cedric was my brother, though we are not related by blood, but we were closer than most.
"I don't know if something's wrong with me, but I feel like something is missing."
"Missing how?" Cedric asked, his brow raised, likely knowing where the conversation was going.
I leaned against the bar. "My wolf...he's restless, gnawing at me. And most of all, he has refused to speak to me."
"Maybe you're just exhausted. You've been overworking," Cedric said, patting my shoulder.
But I knew this wasn't exhaustion.
When he noticed the questions forming in my eyes, he added, "Don't go searching for something that will bring nothing but destruction, Orion."
The silence returned.
The party slowly came to an end as the children dozed off, even Tari, who was always hyper.
The guest dispersed, and Cedric disappeared as well. I walked out of the hall and onto the pavement, moving far enough that the noise faded before I released the breath I had been holding.
"How much longer will you refuse to open your eyes?" A raspy voice echoed behind me.
I turned to see a man, his hair falling loosely down his back dressed in a simple bluish robe.
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
"Alpha Orion, leader of the Moonfire Pack and its territories," the man said calmly. "I'm Eli, a shaman."
I studied him more closely. His robes were not ordinary, they had symbols embedded into the fabric, and a thin bead necklace hung around his neck.
"And what are you doing on my property?"
"I only came because I was asked to."
Since when did Calanthe start inviting shamans to a two-year-old birthday party?
Before I could ask, he said, "Your wolf has refused to connect with you, hasn't he?"
I hated strangers who poked into my business without consent.
"The next time you use your shaman nonsense on me, you'll join your spirits in the afterlife." I hissed, turning away.
"Naidira." The man said.
The name rang in my head, a name that had become nothing more than a whisper since she was cast out. And now, was the only time my wolf stirred for years.
I turned back to face the shaman.
"You need to find her to find the peace you seek."
A low scoff escaped my lips,"Peace? When did I say I lacked that?"
"You can't even convince yourself that what you just said is true," he said, stepping closer.
"There's so much happening around you, yet you're blinded by the good you think you see in people."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He was about to speak when his eyes shifted past me.
I knew who it was before her voice sounded.
"Honey?" Calanthe's voice echoed behind me. And I could only hope she had not overheard our conversation.
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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."