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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8.4
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.