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.

Chapters

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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Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice. Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer. The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury. Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."

Horror Modern Mystery

9.7

He Came Back, I Broke Him

9.7

Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.

Action Horror Mystery

7.7

His Cruel Revenge, Her Secret Child

7.7

Rory stood on the witness stand, forced by her father into an impossible choice: secure her dying mother's medical funding, or save her innocent boyfriend. She looked Corbin right in his trusting eyes and lied to the court, testifying that he was the one driving the car during the fatal hit-and-run, sending him to a maximum-security prison for ten years. The betrayal destroyed him. Corbin's father died of a heart attack upon hearing the guilty verdict. Six years later, Corbin returned as a ruthless billionaire and systematically blacklisted Rory from every job in the city. He cornered her into singing at his private club, humiliating her by forcing her to drink scotch—knowing she was severely allergic—and making her throw away his promise ring just to earn a stack of cash. "Remember this moment. This is only the beginning." She endured his cruel revenge because she was hiding a desperate secret: she was raising his five-year-old daughter, Willa. But when Willa's congenital heart defect suddenly worsened, requiring an impossible one-million-dollar surgery, Rory realized Corbin's calculated blockade had left her completely trapped with no way to save their child. Staring at the sterile hospital walls, the last shred of her guilt burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had destroyed her career and backed her into a corner, but he was the only one with the money. Wiping her tears, Rory turned and headed straight for Vance Tower.

Action Modern Mystery

7.4

My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

7.4

I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub. Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight. The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne. She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day. When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock. Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment. Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water. Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me. Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice? I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained. I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit. When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward. "I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne." I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.9

Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Secret

8.9

Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed. Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away. But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree. She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom. Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move. Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago. Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.

Action Billionaire Mystery

7.3

Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Wife's Return

7.3

I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty. But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her. Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives. Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct. When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career. "Shut up!" he roared. He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers. Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby. As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego. I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace. A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer. And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.

Modern Mystery Romance

My Sister's Alpha

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