My Sister Stole My Alpha, So I Took Her Husband

SLYVIA POV

“My daughters,” my father, Alpha Thorne, began, his voice a low rumble that usually commanded absolute respect. “The Bloodmoon Pack and the Ironwood Pack have both requested alliances through marriage.”

I opened my eyes.

The familiar room swam into focus: the carved oak table, the silver tea service, the moonstone chandelier. Beyond the tall windows, the Bluemoon estate’s grounds lay silver beneath the full moon.

And across from me sat my parents.

I knew this room. I knew this conversation.

I had heard it once before—years ago, before my first life had ended with a locked door, a shattered glass, and my husband’s fist.

My hand rose to my cheek. Smooth skin. No bruises. No blood.

I was alive again.

“Sylvia,” my mother’s voice cuts through the haze. It is a voice I once thought was warm. Now, I hear the sharp, brittle edges of her indifference. “You and you're sister are of age now. It is time to decide whom you shall marry.”

I sat beside my older sister, Evelyn, my hands folded neatly in my lap. I know this script. I lived it.

In my past life, I had been married off to Julian, a seemingly destitute alpha from the Bloodmoon Pack. I had loved him, hidden my own brilliance, and used my sharp mind for finance and strategy to turn his failing territory into the wealthiest empire in the region while he slept. And for my trouble, I had been beaten, discarded, and died in his cruel hands.

This time, I expected the same fate. But, my older sister, Evelyn, steps forward with a terrifying speed. In my past life, she married the wealthy, aloof Alpha Darian and spent her days flaunting her jewels while I starved.

“Mother, Father,” Evelyn says, her voice trembling with a practiced, fragile grace. “I have always been the one to bear the heavier burdens for this family. I will marry Julian of the Bloodmoon Pack. Let Sylvia have the luxury of the Ironwood Alpha, Darian.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. Our parents exchanged a glance, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.

I blinked. Darian was the cold, distant Alpha of the Ironwood Pack. In my past life, Evelyn had married him and lived in absolute splendor, though she had always complained of his lack of affection.

Then, I heard it. A voice that wasn’t spoken aloud.

*Stupid girl, * the voice sneered. It was Evelyn’s. *You think I don’t know? I remember the future. In my last life, I married Alpha Darian. He was handsome and rich, yes, but a cold, boring statue of a man who ignored me. And when I tried to find a little comfort elsewhere, he threw me out into the gutter like trash! I died a drunk in a ditch.*

I froze.. I could hear my sister inner thoughts?

Evelyn lifted her gaze, still smiling.

*Julian is the answer. Everyone thinks he’s a penniless nobody, but I know what he becomes. The richest man in the country. The most powerful wolf alive. And Sylvia... Sylvia had become the wife of a tycoon. This time, I’m taking her life. I’ll be the one dripping in diamonds. Let Sylvia have the cold Alpha.*

I stiffened. Evelyn had been reborn, too.

She thinks she is stealing my destiny. She looks at Julian and sees a finished masterpiece, entirely blind to the architect who drafted the blueprints. She doesn’t know about the sleepless nights I spent studying market trends, the risky shipping routes I calculated, or the silent sacrifices that turned a pauper into a king. She thinks his success is inevitable.

She doesn’t realize that without me, Julian Vance is just a man with empty pockets and a violent temper.

“But Evelyn,” our mother, Luna Agatha, said aloud, though her thoughts were loud and clear to me. *Stupid girl,* she thought. *Darian is the prize. Why does she want that beggar Julian?*

“Are you certain? Julian has nothing but a ruined territory.”

“I am certain,” Evelyn insisted.

“Sylvia?” Mother turned desperately. “What do you think of the arrangements?”

Her voice was gentle. Her thoughts were not.

*Slyvia deserves Darian. A rich husband is wasted on Sylvia; she should be grateful and keep Julian from dragging her down with him. Besides, she’s always been the more accommodating girl.*

Father’s thoughts followed, just as plainly.

*Evelyn will thrive with Darian. Sylvia can endure the Vance boy. She’s stronger than she looks.*

I set down my cup.

The betrayal didn’t sting as much as it should have. I already knew the truth of their hearts. They thought they were condemning me to a life of hardship while securing Evelyn’s future. They did not realize that Julian’s supposed future wealth hadn’t been luck—it had been me.

I had been the one to study the markets in secret. I had been the one to invest his meager savings into the shipping lanes. I had built the empire. Julian’s had merely taken the credit—and eventually, my life.

“I’m not sure,” I said, letting uncertainty soften my voice. “Julian’s family has nothing. And Alpha Darian is… impressive.”

Evenlyn's eyes flashed.

*Don’t you dare. You got him once. You don’t get him again.*

I lowered my gaze, as though the thought had wounded me. “But I don’t want to cause trouble between us.”

“You wouldn’t,” Mother said quickly. “We’ve considered everything.”

*Please don’t make this difficult, * she thought. *Evelyn has wanted a grand match since she was a girl.*

Father leaned back. “If you have a preference, Sylvia, you should say so.”

It was a performance. They had already decided. They wanted me to bless their favoritism and call it my choice.

I let the silence stretch.

“If it is what Evenlyn truly wants,” I said slowly, lowering my gaze to hide the triumph in my eyes, “I will step aside. I will marry Alpha Dorian.”

Evenlyn’s breath caught. For a moment, her composure slipped.

*She’s giving him up? Just like that?*

Then delight surged through her thoughts.

*Good. Let her have the poor life. I’ll take Rowan before he becomes powerful. This time, I’ll make sure he knows exactly what he owes me.*

“I don’t want you to feel forced,” I added, carefully. “I’d rather have a husband who values me than one who merely has a title.”

A lie, but a useful one.

Evenlyn pressed a hand to her chest. “Oh Sylvia, you’re so generous.”

And so stupid.

I smiled at her.

“Then it’s settled,” Father said, almost reluctantly. “Evenlyn will marry Julian Vance. Sylvia will marry Alpha Darian.”

The old me would have felt dread at the thought of being bound to a cold, distant husband.

The new me felt only possibility.

I would not build another man’s fortune while he took credit for it. I would not trade my future for someone else’s approval. I would learn, invest, and grow my own power—until no one could decide what I deserved.

Evenlyn rose so quickly her chair scraped against the floor.

“One more thing,” she added quickly, her eyes gleaming with greed. “I want the mating ceremonies performed tonight. Before the moon sets!”

Mother blinked. “Today?”

“Why not?” Evenlyn asked, excitement shining through her smile. “The arrangements are already made. We should seal them before anyone changes their mind.”

*Before Sylvia realizes what she’s giving up.*

I stood too, smoothing my skirt.

*Go ahead, Evelyn, * I think, watching her rush to seal her own ruined fate. *Take him. Take the poverty. Take the abuse. Take the empty promise of a man who only knows how to take.

“I agree,” I smiled. “Let’s finalize everything today.”

Evenlyn turned to me, triumphant.

She thought she had stolen my future.

She had no idea I was finally going to claim it.