My Sister’s Alpha

NAIDIRA“Cheers!” Someone hollered, the sound of clinking wine glasses echoing through the bustling night air as people made merry and danced.I stood off to the side, fiddling with the hem of my silk gown, my throat feeling dry.“Stop looking so dead before your parents start to give you a lecture again,” Malia muttered under her breath, stopping when she got to me and handed me a wine glass. “Here you go, you look so pale.”I shot her a glare, wrapping my slender fingers around the cold glass. “Tell me about it. I would rather be studying in my dorm right now,” I muttered bitterly under my breath as I took a sip of the liquid and almost spat it out.Malia barely reacted to that. “Didn't you hate studying?”My brows crinkled as I looked into the glass. “What is this? Is this…” I shot her a disgusted look. “I said I didn't want ale, Malia. This thing is disgusting. And for the recordㅡ I'd take college over this. It never changes.”It never did.Every single year, I came home to the sa

ONE YEAR LATERLife 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

ORION POV TWO YEAR LATER Calanthe stood at the center of the hall, her back bent, hair covering her cheeks as she whispered words into the ear of the child who had come seeking her help. The child giggled happily before scurrying away with the rest of the children. Then, almost immediately, the child’s presence was replaced by a group of younger girls. The Pack believed that I'm blessed. Power that placed me far above a mere Alpha, a lovely son and the perfect Luna—loved by many and admired by most. There was never a day she did not care for the people, guiding them and interceding in their favor. I should be happy. I had everything a man could want, but why did my happiness feel like an illusion rather than reality? Everyday felt like I was slowly slipping into my own darkness. Something felt off, but I couldn’t point it out. “Time for the family picture,” the entertainer said through the mic. Calanthe turned, her eyes sweeping through the crowd in search of me. When h

NAIDIRA POV “Naidira,” a familiar voice called out, its rushed tone filled with urgency, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stared at the hot cup in my hands—the steam rising wildly from the coffee—before lifting my head to look at Julie, who wore a worried expression on her face. She nodded toward the platform. My gaze followed hers to everyone present who was staring at me, then to the tall, elegant man standing calmly. I gulped, knowing I had zoned out in the middle of the meeting and had probably missed a question directed at me. “Ahmm…Ahmm,” I muttered, turning to Julie, who was whispering a string of words. Thanks to my sharp ears, I was able to pick out one in particular—“proposal,”I sprang to my feet, adjusting my black plaid skirt and suit. My heels clicked softly against the marbled floor as I made my way to the platform, ignoring the twenty pairs of eyes fixed on my every movement. Years ago, my anxiety would have spiked to its fullest, but now my eyes were fixed on the

NAIDIRA POV “Orion?” My stomach dropped.He was here.Not in my memories. Not on a screen. Not in the past.Here. Standing in front of me like he never destroyed me.His black suit was perfectly tailored, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, flashing a decent portion of his pale, broad chest. His hair was neatly trimmed, his eyes as beautiful as they had always been. He emitted a distinct masculine scent—so captivating that for a second, I forgot where I was.He felt different. He now carried something that hadn’t been there years ago. “Orion?” A voice muttered, but this time, it wasn’t mine. Julie's eyes darted between us, surprise flashing across her face before it was quickly replaced with anger… then disgust. “He is ‘the Orion?’” Julie asked again. I couldn’t muster the voice to confirm. My will? It disappeared. My facade of not being affected by his actions—the lies I had carefully maintained for years—was completely destroyed by the presence of this man. My heart raced