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THE ALPHA CHOOSE THE WRONG SISTER

THE ALPHA CHOOSE THE WRONG SISTER

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last update最終更新日 : 2026-05-27
作家:  LunaWrites完了
言語: English
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概要

Comedy

Dark Romance

Werewolf

Alpha

Hybrid

Possessive

Reborn

Revenge

Aria died as the forgotten sister. The weak one. The unwanted one. The girl her family used as a pawn while her perfect sister took everything that should have been hers. Even her life. Betrayed and left to die, Aria expected darkness. Instead, she woke up as something the supernatural world was never meant to create. A hybrid. Part witch. Part werewolf. Part vampire. Entirely dangerous. Now armed with terrifying powers and a second chance at life, Aria has only one goal: revenge. But her plans take an unexpected turn when the ruthless Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack abandons his arranged mate—the sister who betrayed her—and claims Aria instead. His obsession is immediate. His possessiveness is relentless. And no matter how many times Aria tells him to stay away, the Alpha refuses to let her go. As enemies begin hunting her, ancient secrets surrounding her rebirth come to light, and a hidden bond ties her fate to the one man she refuses to trust. Her sister wants her dead. The supernatural world fears what she has become. And the Alpha is determined to make her his. But Aria didn't come back from the dead to become anyone's possession. She came back for vengeance. And if the world stands in her way, she'll burn it down to get it.

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Oba Jayrain
Oba Jayrain
I love this, but seriously Aria is funny and nonchalant ........., try read it I’m sure you’ll love it ...
2026-05-31 02:40:34
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Adesina
Adesina
She’s good, keep it up ...
2026-03-26 20:55:10
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Ayomide Balogun
Ayomide Balogun
Continue the good write up
2026-03-23 01:37:39
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Ayomide Balogun
Ayomide Balogun
This is so interesting
2026-03-23 01:37:15
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Adesina
Adesina
In one Word Fantastic .........
2026-03-21 17:25:01
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The Wedding Gift
Aria The knife her sister used didn't even shake. Aria felt that more than the blade itself — the steadiness of it, the ease. Like she was cutting a ribbon instead of a person. Like this was nothing. Rain fell in cold sheets over the courtyard, hissing against the torches lining the ceremony grounds. Aria's knees hit the mud first. Then her palms. The white of her gown was already ruined, blooming red from the inside out. "You should say something," Lilith said, crouching to Aria's eye level, careful not to let the hem of her wedding dress touch the blood. "Last words and all that. Aria's mouth filled with copper. She could hear the guests beyond the hedges — laughter, glasses clinking, someone tuning a violin for a ceremony that hadn't been cancelled. Just relocated. Just rewritten, with a different sister standing where the bride should be. "Nothing?" Lilith tilted her head, golden curls catching the torchlight, looking every bit the perfect bride she'd been groomed since birt
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What Woke Up
Aria woke up starving. Not hungry. Starving. A hollow, clawing thing behind her ribs that had nothing to do with food. The mud was still cold beneath her cheek. Rain still fell. Nothing had changed — except everything had. She could hear her own heartbeat. Not feel it. Hear it, loud and strange, thudding in a rhythm too slow to be right. Somewhere past the hedges, a moth's wings beat against a torch flame. She heard that too. The rain smelled different — sharp, metallic, alive with a hundred separate scents she had no names for. Wet stone. Crushed grass. The particular sourness of fear-sweat, hours old, soaked into the collar of a guard's coat somewhere near the gate. Her own blood, drying in the mud, smelled like something she wanted to *taste.* Aria's stomach turned. Then her hunger overrode the disgust, cold and absolute. She flexed her fingers. Where the wound had been, there was only smooth skin and a thin, silver-white scar already fading. No pain. That should have terr
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The Scent Of Storm
Aria moved through the shadows like she'd been born knowing how. She hadn't. But whatever was in her blood now understood things she didn't — how to place her feet without sound, how to read wind currents, how to become nothing more than another shadow among the estate's manicured hedges. The scent hit her before she reached the servant's stairwell. Heavy. Layered. Cedar smoke, dark amber, and beneath it — something colder. Ozone. The exact charge in the air before lightning split a sky open. It didn't smell like a person. It smelled like a warning. Aria's new instincts recognized it a half-second before her mind did, every muscle in her body going taut, alert, wary — the way prey goes still when something far above it on the food chain walks past. That's him. She didn't need to see him to know. She climbed instead of ran — servant stairs, then a drainpipe, then the sloped edge of the east wing roof, her body moving with an ease that should have terrified her more than it did.
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The Collision
Aria ran across the rooftop tiles like they were solid ground and not a death sentence waiting to happen. Behind her, guards shouted, torches bobbing through the dark like clumsy fireflies, always a beat too slow. She was faster. She was always going to be faster now. The estate wall loomed ahead — her exit, her freedom, one clean drop away. She jumped. Landed hard in a narrow courtyard between the east wing and the stables, knees absorbing the impact easily, already pushing back up to run— And slammed straight into a wall of muscle that hadn't been there a second ago. Aria staggered back, claws already extending, canines already bared— And then their eyes met. Something detonated in her chest. Not metaphor. Not comparison. An actual, physical snap, like a wire pulled taut for eighteen years finally connecting at both ends. Heat flooded through her ribs, down her arms, into her fingertips, so sudden and overwhelming her claws faltered mid-strike. Across from her, Damon went
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The Undoing
Aria crouched in the shadows of the gallery, rain dripping from her ruined hem, and watched her family's world begin to collapse through leaded glass. The grand hall glittered below — chandeliers, silk, a hundred high-ranking guests pretending not to notice the Alpha had vanished mid-arrival. She should have already been miles into the forest. She stayed anyway. Some things were worth the risk. Damon strode back into the hall like a storm returning to claim territory it had only pretended to leave. Guards trailed him, wary, giving him a wide berth. Every conversation in the room died at once. Lilith stood at the center of the aisle in her bridal white, radiant, composed — right up until Damon's eyes landed on her and did not soften. "Alpha Damon." Her father stepped forward, beaming, oblivious. "Shall we begin the—" "Where did the blood on her dress come from." The question landed like a blade dropped flat on marble. Lilith's smile flickered. "I don't know what you're—" "I
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The Wolf In The Rain
They moved before Aria could blink. Not fast the way trained soldiers were fast. Wrong-fast. Limbs bending at angles that skipped steps a body should need, closing thirty feet of gallery in the time it took her heart to beat twice. *They're not warriors,* her instincts screamed. *They're something built to hunt things like me.* The nearest hunter's hand shot toward her throat. Aria's vampire speed answered before thought could catch up — the world blurring at the edges as she dropped low and sideways, the hunter's fingers closing on empty air where her neck had been a half-second before. She didn't wait to be grateful for the escape. Magic surged up through her arm, wild and unaimed, and she slammed her palm against the nearest wall sconce. The chandelier overhead detonated in a shower of crystal and sparking blue light, plunging half the gallery into chaos and shadow. Screams erupted below in the ballroom, guests scattering from falling glass, giving her exactly the cover she
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The Deal
Firewood. Leather. Rain-soaked cedar and that low, electric note of ozone underneath it all. Aria's senses came back online before her eyes did, cataloguing the room in fragments — warm light, low ceiling beams, the particular silence of somewhere far removed from other people. *Not the estate. Not a cell either.* She opened her eyes fully and forced herself still, resisting the urge to bolt upright and give away that she was awake. Old instinct. New body. Same rule — *assess before you move.* The wound at her ribs had been cleaned and bandaged, the poisoned burn beneath it faded to a dull ache instead of the cold, spreading agony she remembered from the forest. Someone had dressed it competently. Carefully. That unsettled her more than if they'd left it open. She flexed her fingers under the blanket, testing. Weak — muscles heavy, magic sluggish and slow to answer — but present. Whatever poison had been on that blade, it hadn't finished the job. *Good. I'm still dangerous. Jus
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The Storm She Carries
Morning came gray and quiet, rain finally reduced to mist over the trees outside the cabin windows. Aria was already on her feet when Damon knocked, testing her legs, testing the healed line across her ribs, refusing to let her body dictate terms she hadn't agreed to. "You should rest another day," Damon said, reading her posture before she'd said a word. "I've rested enough." "You were poisoned." "I was *inconvenienced,*" Aria corrected. "There's a difference." He studied her for a long moment, something between exasperation and reluctant respect crossing his face, then gestured toward the door. "There's a clearing past the tree line. If you're determined to test yourself, better controlled than reckless." *Terms,* Aria thought. *I agreed to an alliance, not obedience.* But she followed anyway, because he wasn't wrong, and because sitting idle while her body learned to lie to her wasn't a strategy — it was a liability. The clearing was wide, ringed by old pines, still slick wi
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First Blood Choosen
The mist had turned to freezing drizzle by the time they reached the tree line, cold enough that Aria's breath fogged despite the heat still simmering low in her blood. She rode beside Damon in silence, flanked by six of his elite scouts, all of them tense, all of them watching her with the particular wariness of soldiers who'd heard the rumors and hadn't decided yet whether to believe them. *Let them wonder,* she thought. *They'll find out soon enough.* "When we reach the perimeter," Damon said, low, meant only for her, "you stay back." Aria's jaw tightened. "No." "Aria—" "I didn't come out here to hide behind your scouts." She kept her eyes forward, voice flat and final. "I came to fight. If you wanted a liability, you should've left me at the cabin." "I want you *alive.*" "Then trust that I intend to stay that way," she said. "On my own terms." He didn't answer, jaw tight, and she counted that as a win. The outpost came into view through the trees minutes later — a squat w
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What The Poison Takes
"Pull back!" Damon's voice cracked across the clearing like a whip. "Now — before they resight!" The tree line answered with a second silent shot, another black projectile hissing through the mist where a soldier had stood a heartbeat earlier. Aria's instincts screamed louder than his order. *They're not done. They're just reloading.* The remaining scouts scattered toward the rocks, Damon's unit falling into a retreat formation without needing to be told twice, boots slipping on wet stone. Aria ran alongside them, senses stretched wide, tracking the faint disturbance of air that meant another shot was already in flight. She felt it before she saw it — a subtle shift in pressure, aimed low and fast, straight at Rylan's back as he sprinted just ahead of Damon. *No time to shout.* She surged forward with vampire speed, closing the gap in a blur, and slammed her palm flat against the air in front of Rylan's shoulders. A burst of blue-white light flared outward, a rough, instinctiv
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