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My Sister's Alpha

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 6

ORION POV I turned back slowly to see her staring, her neck craned and her brows scrunched. "Who were you talking to?" she asked. I glanced sideways to find the space Eli had previously been standing empty. "No one of importance," I said after deciding not to reveal anything about our meeting. "O...okay,"  she pouted. "Let's  go inside, I've got a surprise for you," she giggled like a mischievous teenager. Calanthe wrapped her arms around mine as she pulled us inside, leading the way. Instead of the hall, where the party noise had significantly waned, she took the elevator heading to the rooms. The party was held in one of my company's luxurious five star hotels.   The elevator opened while she typed in my private chamber code. She turned, a sultry smile on her lips, letting me know where this was all heading. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible. "I'm going to borrow your tie now."   Her hands reached up to undo it, her fingers lingering longer than necessary on my chest. When she was done, she lifted the tie to my eyes,  blocking my vision. I cooperated, lacking the energy to resist. When the elevator pinged, signaling we had arrived, she led me inside and seated me on the soft bed. Then she disappeared, my guess was the bathroom as my ears picked up the sound of a running tap. As time crawled by excruciatingly slow, I felt the urge to rip the tie from my eyes. I took two deep breaths to calm my nerves. The bathroom door opened. "You can remove it now... unless you want me to do it for you?" she slurred. Before she could move, I tore the tie from my face.   Calanthe stood leaning gracefully against the door. She wore a red stringy lingerie that barely covered anything, her hair loose and black heels on her feet. I gulped as saliva pooled in my throat while she walked slowly toward me.  She was undeniably sexy, every sane man's desire, but I had lost my senses long ago. She stopped inches away from me, her bare stomach near my lips. Then she bent closer. "I promise not to complain about being sore," she whispered, using my earlier words against me, before capturing my lips in hers. But before she could go further, I pulled back. She tried kissing me again, but I resisted. After several failed attempts, she grumbled. "What is it now!" "I'm exhausted. Let's do this another time."  I tried to stand, but she  blocked my path. "And when would this 'another time' be? Two more years? Am I not enough for you?" Her voice cracked at the end. And I realized I truly hadn't touched her longer than I could remember. "Not now, Calanthe." Her face fell."Calanthe... I'm nothing but Calanthe now. Your Luna, not your wife. " She bit her lip and turned to walk away, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed. She bounced on the bed with a breathless gasp, staring into my eyes. I didn't feel like it. As a matter of fact,  sleeping had been nothing but an excuse because these past weeks, no matter how exhausted I was, I couldn't sleep properly. Anyone paying close attention would notice the dark line forming under my eyes. My hands grabbed her waist as she climbed on top of me. I toyed with the hem of her lingerie, working my way upward. But when my eyes fell on her face, someone else was there. The same features... yet.different. Her hands shot to my face. She licked her lips before grabbing mine hungrily, biting down as her other hand traveled lower. "I need you, Orion," she said. But that wasn't the voice  latched onto my memories. Heat surged through me as my chest tightened violently like it was being pounded on. My vision blurred as unknown anger bubbled within me, and my wolf, Arian, thrashed inside me, growling. Before I could process anything, my hands moved with immense force, I hurled her off me. Her body raised through the air then to the floor with a loud thud.     Calanthe winced in pain as she stared at me from the floor, the fear in her eyes replaced with shock. My own eyes widened at the realization of what I had  just done. The repulsion was instant.  I felt it, and I knew she did  too. "Calan-" I began, but the shock in her eyes was quickly replaced with anger as they twitched. This was the first time I had ever seen her like this. "I think I should take my leave now." Calanthe scrambled up from the floor, grabbed the bedsheet, and wrapped it around herself. "I'll just sleep in Tari's room," she said, heading toward the door, her voice no longer holding its usual soft tone.   I got up to stop her but she fastened her steps and pressed the elevator button. "Don't follow me," she muttered, her hands clenched into fists.  I wanted to explain that it wasn't my intention, but I couldn't find the proper words. I couldn't explain what  was happening to me either. The elevator door closed, Calanthe disappearing behind them. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I went to the bathroom to take a shower, letting the water and my thoughts wash over me.   I needed to get my head straight. I wasn't supposed to be ruining things. Like Cedric said, I shouldn't go around searching for something that would destroy what I had here.   After calming my nerves, I lay on the bed. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually I drifted into a time when I wasn't as empty as I was now. Fire burned in the center of the woods. People were scattered around the flames, glass of wine held to   their lips as the moonlight and fire  illuminated their faces while they talked and laughed. I was part of it too, until my ears picked up the sound of sniffing. I looked round to see if anyone else noticed, but they all seemed caught up in something else. The sniffing grew louder, and involuntarily my feet moved as my ears directed me to  the sound. A girl crouched behind a large stone, her arms  wrapped around her chest as she continuously struck it. When she noticed me, she lifted her head. Tears filled her beautiful face as her eyes stared deep into my soul. Only one eye did that, only one person's eyes could unravel me like that. Naidira. I walked towards her, but she backed her way, her palms pressing into the damp ground behind her. When I took another step forward, she jolted to her feet, then  gave me one last glance, and ran. Not just anywhere, she ran straight into the blazing fire at the center of the woods. The same fire that was meant to bring warmth and joy now swallowed her whole. As her skin burned, she turned to face me. A smile formed on her lips, one that never reached her eyes. My eyes snapped open, my body jolting upright  as I took in my surroundings. The bed, the chair and lights. My hands flew to my panting chest as I tried to ease the ache and convince myself I was here, that no one was burning. I turned to the large mirror that sat at the right side of my bed. My clothes clung to me, soaked with sweat, my breath uneven. My mind drifted back to the shaman words. And for once, my heart and mind reached the same conclusion. I needed to find her... I needed Naidira.
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