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The Alpha Chose My Sister, So I Chose Revenge

Chapter 1 "Celeste, your resignation has been approved, but... are you certain about this? Alpha Marcus seemed surprised when he signed it. Perhaps you should reconsider?" Celeste kept her eyes fixed on the resignation letter, her fingers tracing the familiar signature at the bottom. She shook her head slowly. "No need to reconsider. He's made his choice." The HR manager shifted uncomfortably. "But Celeste, everyone knows how much the Alpha—" "How much he what?" Celeste's laugh was hollow. "Cares about me? Values me? Loves me?" What the HR manager didn't know was that Celeste wasn't just another pack member leaving the company. She was Marcus Sterling's mate—had been for four years. Their mating bond was a secret, buried beneath pack politics and his personal shame. But love and mating were two very different things, as she'd learned six weeks ago. The night she miscarried their first pup—alone in a hospital room at 2 AM, bleeding and terrified—she'd called him seventeen times through their mate bond. When he finally answered, his voice was thick with sleep and irritation. "Celeste, it's the middle of the night. Can't this wait until morning?" "Marcus, I'm losing the pup. I need you here. The doctors need consent for—" "Look, I'm sure it's just cramping. She-wolves go through this all the time. Take some painkillers and call me in the morning." The line went dead, and with it, something in their mate bond snapped forever. She'd signed her own consent forms while hemorrhaging, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the pen. Her wolf whimpered in pain, calling for her mate, but he never came. When the doctor told her the pup was gone, she was still alone. Marcus showed up three days later—not to comfort his grieving mate, but to drag her back to work because his assistant, had accidentally deleted important files and he needed Celeste to recover them. He had been with Raven. Raven. Her younger sister. The woman who'd been warming his bed while his mate was losing their pup. "People change," Celeste said quietly to the HR manager. "I've given him four years of my life. That's enough." The irony wasn't lost on her. Marcus had claimed her as his mate because she was useful—the brilliant daughter of a neighboring pack's Beta who could make his company profitable. But he'd never wanted a true mate. He'd wanted a business partner who occasionally warmed his bed. Now that Raven was back from her Europe, he had what he'd always really wanted. Before she left, though, Celeste had one final gift for her Alpha. Something that would set them both free.
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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Damien's response came within seconds. *[Okay. I'll come pick you up in three days.]*

Seeing his agreement, Celeste finally felt a weight lift from her chest.

Her body had always been fragile for a she-wolf, and after the emergency surgery, she'd stayed in the hospital for another three days to recover. The doctors said the damage to her reproductive system was extensive—her wolf's healing abilities couldn't repair everything.

It wasn't until the day she was discharged that Marcus finally showed up.

"Hey. I'm sorry I couldn't visit sooner. Raven's been having nightmares about the wolfsbane poisoning, and she gets panic attacks whenever I'm not around," he explained, not meeting her eyes.

With her back to him, Celeste continued packing her things and replied flatly, "Mm."

Sensing her indifference, Marcus stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders—but she flinched away from his touch. The mate bond felt corrupted now, tainted by what she'd been forced to witness.

"What happened with the poisoning incident—yes, maybe I was too harsh. You went too far, but I've been reflecting too. I shouldn't have lost control like that... But don't worry, something like that won't ever happen again," he promised.

"I get it. You hate Raven because you love me, but I swear, there's really nothing between us. We're just old friends. And don't forget, you're still my mate. What exactly are you afraid of?"

If Marcus could've seen her face just then, he would've caught the disdain in her eyes.

‘Friends? You slept together. What kind of friends fuck around?’ she thought bitterly. ‘Would it only count as “something” if Vionnet ends up pregnant?’

But Celeste no longer cared. In a few days, she'd be gone for good. There was no point arguing over things that didn't matter anymore.

"What's in the past is in the past. I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said. "Aren't you here to pick me up? Let's just go."

Marcus felt a faint heaviness in his chest—she hadn't even looked at him once. Her wolf wasn't even responding to his Alpha presence.

*Fine,* he thought. *When Raven gets settled and moves out, I'll surprise Celeste. We'll finally start fresh. Whatever she did before, I'll let it go.*

*Everything that happened over the past few days had only made one thing clearer—Raven's just a friend to me. What I feel for Celeste...* His gaze lingered on his mate. *It's love.*

With that thought, he grabbed her bag and walked her out of the hospital.

Unfortunately, just as they reached the hallway, her attending doctor came walking toward them.

"Luna, is this your mate? I thought you said you were divorc—"

Afraid the doctor would reveal the fertility damage, Celeste quickly cut in. "Thanks for taking care of me these past few days, doctor. I'm doing much better now, so I won't keep using pack resources."

With that, she pulled Marcus away, hurrying out of the hospital.

But as soon as she stepped into the pack house, Raven's mocking voice rang out.

"Oh, Celeste, it's been four years and you haven't changed a bit!"

Celeste shot her a glare, clearly warning her to back off. With that, she turned to head upstairs to pack.

But what Raven said next made Celeste stop in her tracks.

"Four years ago, I was the one who drugged him. I was also the one who told you Marcus was drinking alone at that bar.

"I knew Marcus loved me. But after I left for Europe, who knew if he'd fall for someone else? I knew you liked him too. So, I figured, why not just set a little trap?

"Marcus... He's an honorable Alpha. If he slept with you, he'd definitely mate with you. But with the drugging involved, he'd never truly love you."

She walked over to Celeste with a smug look, casually letting the collar of her robe slip down.

Fresh mating marks on her throat were hard to miss—marks that should have been Celeste's alone.

"You looked after him for four years. I appreciate that. But now that I'm back—it's your turn to leave, Celeste."

She smirked.

"You've got no park member on your back . You parents are dead, remember? You can't afford to cross the Sterling family. Take my advice: leave while you still can."

Celeste's entire body trembled with rage as she processed her so-called sister's revelation. *So it's all been her plan from the very beginning, huh?*

Without hesitation, Celeste raised her hand and slapped her across the face with enough force to leave claw marks.

She looked Raven dead in the eye. "As long as I'm still his mate, you'll always be the homewrecker. Push me too far, Raven, and I'll make sure the entire pack knows what you really are."

Raven was stunned, her head buzzing from the blow. Her eyes narrowed with malice as she raised her hand to strike back—but just then, Marcus returned.

In an instant, her vengeful eyes welled up with crocodile tears.

"Celeste, Marcus and I are really just friends! That night was a total misunderstanding! Please! I'm begging you! Don't tell the pack elders!"

The next second, she dropped to her knees and started begging for forgiveness, almost kissing the floor.

Before Celeste could even react, Marcus rushed over and shoved her aside.

She was still recovering from the surgery, and the sudden push sent her crashing to the floor. Pain shot through her healing abdomen.

But it was Raven he helped up. When he turned to Celeste, his eyes shot her daggers. "You're being completely unreasonable, Celeste! I already explained everything. Why can't you let it go?"

"If you spread rumors about what happened that night, how do you expect Raven to live with the shame?"

Tears brimmed in Celeste's eyes as she struggled to stand. She bit her lip and said, "You didn't even ask me what really happened, Marcus. Are you seriously going to believe anything she says?"

His fists clenched at his sides. Seeing her so fragile did make his Alpha instincts twinge—but in the end, he still chose to take Raven's side.

"I only believe what I see with my own eyes," he said firmly. "Apologize to Raven. And swear on your wolf's honor you'll never lay a hand on her again."

Celeste let out a cold laugh, her neck stiff with pride. "I did nothing wrong. I'm not apologizing," she said, her stance unwavering. "You two are the ones in the wrong."

Whatever guilt Marcus might've felt before evaporated in an instant.

He looked down at her from above, his Alpha aura pressing against her like a physical weight. "No. This time, Celeste, you will admit you're wrong."

He called for his guards. Within seconds, they stepped in and grabbed hold of her.

"If you won't apologize, I'll carry out the traditional punishment for attacking a pack member. Ninety-nine lashes with a silver whip—you won't survive them."

He thought he could force her to give in.

But Celeste stood her ground, her wolf rising to meet his challenge despite her physical weakness.

"I hit her, yeah—because she deserved it. But I never threatened her!" she shouted. "Marcus, if you dare lay a hand on me, even just once—you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life."

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