All Chapters of SINNER OR SAINT: The Alpha’s Twin Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

21 Chapters

Awakening

~ AWAKENING~Pain erupts through me. Every nerve, every muscle, screams as two men in black suits beat me relentlessly.I choke on my own blood, trying to croak, “Please, I won’t tell anyone… just spare me.”They do not stop. One leans close, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.“We’re only doing what we were told,” he says. The other watches with cold, wicked eyes, as if they are enjoying my suffering.I try to crawl away, but my body trembles and fails me. A sharp, bone crushing blow connects with the back of my head, an iron chair swinging down. Darkness sweeps over me, relentless and devouring.Pain claws through me, and for a fleeting second, I think I am alive. My body stirs, my chest rises with a ragged breath, and hope flares, I could survive this. But then my eyes catch a sight that makes me freeze in terror. I see myself, lying on the floor, bloodied and motionless. That’s when it hit me that I’m dead. The men grin, dragging my body toward a dark bag. A deafening bell

Moment of truth

~MOMENT OF TRUTH~ Morning light creeps through the curtains, soft yet strange, like it’s trying to soothe me into a life that doesn’t feel like mine. I sit stiffly on the edge of the bed while Khloe braids my hair. Her fingers are gentle but professional. She has barely left my side since I returned from that strange hospital, the one everyone refuses to explain properly. “Khloe?” My voice comes out small and fragile. “Please, tell me the truth. Everything, i need to know about me.” Her hands pause for a second before resuming. She swallows, then meets my eyes in the mirror, hesitation flickering across her face. After a long breath, she speaks. “Well, you are Clary Huston,” she says quietly. “Daughter of one of the most respected werewolf families in Athens. Your parents hold influence, power. They protect humans without anyone ever realizing it, without knowing who or what keeps the balance.” The information feels new to me. “Then why did I poison myself?” I ask, my chest tigh

He never wanted me

~ HE NEVER WANTED ME~ His voice feels like hands sliding slowly down my waist. My breath trembles. He stops right in front of me, tall, massive, built like destruction given flesh. Exactly my type. He studies me like he’s waiting for me to say something usual. The way he looks at me is unsettling. Like I belong to him and he’s furious about it. The words slip out before I can stop them. “Holy… shit.” His dark eyes flare, hot, feral and predatory. And in that moment, one truth sinks in with brutal clarity. If the old Clary poisoned herself to escape this man, then she was either insane, didn’t have a type, or was running from something far darker than him. Because this man looks like sin, power, and danger wrapped together. “Leave us.” Damon’s command echoes through the room, his deep and calm voice tingling me. Everyone freezes. The overly sweet girl, her pathetic boyfriend and our mother hovering near the door. Mom hesitates, voice trembling. “Clary

My family failed me

~MY FAMILY FAILED ME~ “How can you be so stubborn as to sacrifice yourself for your sister?” I sit up slowly and rub the back of my neck, the ache still lingering from everything I can’t remember and everything I wish I could forget. “Dad? How can you say that?” My voice cracks before I can steady it. “If I killed myself to escape this man, that means he’s horrible beneath his charming face.” Father exhales like I’ve disappointed him. Like I’m the burden. “Should I rather give him Betty?” he shoots back. “She’s my only daughter.” The words slice clean through me. My heart splinters. “What am I then?” Silence. “You’re so ungrateful,” he says coldly. “Whether you like it or not, you’re marrying him. Or I throw you out for the rogues.” Rogues. The word doesn’t just mean exile. It means death. Starvation. Being hunted like an animal. I stare at the man who raised me and realize something brutal—love here is conditional. Survival is transactional. He walks out, angry, leaving m

Set up

~SET UP~ Tonight, the dining hall is packed. Everyone is dressed in their best, seated for the engagement party of my "beloved" sister, Betty, and my former boyfriend. Betty is relentless. She spends the night looking for every possible way to needle me, desperate to rub it in that she’s the one marrying my ex. I eventually pull away from the crowd. I walk to the far end of the hall and stand by the window, a drink in my hand, staring out at the trees. She approaches me, her voice dripping with fake pity. "How does it feel being so worthless?" she asks. I keep my back to her and ignore her. I can feel her temper rising at my silence. She steps closer, almost whispering in my ear. "The Alpha is known to be bloodthirsty. He’ll rip you apart. Imagine his face when he finds out they sent him a wolfless loser." I’ve had enough. I turn to walk away, but she lunges forward and knocks the glass right out of my hand. It shatters on the floor, and before I even realize what I’m doi

It hurts

~IT HURTS~ My legs tremble. Not from pride this time, but real fear. I am already weak. My wolf is gone. My body feels too fragile for what I know is coming. Still, I lower myself onto the cold stone. It leeches warmth from my skin instantly. “I hate to hurt you, Clary,” Hippy says quietly behind me. “But I can’t defy the Alpha.” There is a metallic hiss as he uncoils the whip. Not leather, but wire. The first strike splits the air before it splits my skin. Pain explodes across my back, white and blinding. A scream tears from my throat without permission. “One.” The second lands harder. My fingers claw at the stone. “Two.” By five, my voice is already breaking. By nine, I can taste blood in my mouth from biting down too hard. The wire bites through fabric, through skin, carving lines of fire across my back. Warmth spreads beneath me—my blood pooling on the cold floor. “Ten.” My body shakes violently. My vision swims. I am barely conscious of the numbers anymore. Pain becomes

A day before the wedding

A DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING Finally, I reach Doctor Karl’s house. I lift my hand to knock, but the door opens before my knuckles touch the wood. He stops the moment he sees me. For a heartbeat, he simply stares, as if his mind refuses to process what his eyes are telling him. “What happened to you, Clary?” My name in his voice nearly unravels me. I try to answer, but my throat tightens. Everything I’ve been holding in humiliation, confusion, pain—press against my chest until breathing feels like labor. The room tilts slightly, the edges of my vision dimming. Before I can steady myself, my knees buckle. Doctor Karl moves quickly. He catches me with firm, practiced hands and guides me inside without another word. His chamber smells of dried lavender and crushed mint, clean and grounding. He lowers me onto a wooden bench with careful precision, but the shift pulls at the torn skin across my back. A sharp gasp escapes me. He steps behind me. Then he goes still. The silence chang

The wedding day

~THE WEDDING DAY~ I gasp awake to the shock of icy water splashing across my face and chest. It trickles down my neck, seeps beneath the thin fabric of my nightdress. For a split second, I don’t know where I am. Then I look up. Of course. Betty stands over me, empty glass in hand, a slow smirk stretching across her lips. “Do you ever get tired of this?” I mutter hoarsely, wiping water from my eyes. Betty stands over me with the empty glass in her hand, her smile sharp and satisfied. “Mother said I should wake you up,” she says lightly. “The beautician and fashion designer are on their way. We wouldn’t want the substitute bride running late to her own wedding.” She laughs. I sit up slowly, my heart already pounding. Today is the day. She leans against the bedpost, studying me like I’m something already buried. “You know, the first day I saw the Alpha…” Her voice turns almost dreamy. “God. I wanted him. I’ve never seen anyone that attractive. The way he carries himself. The body

Before the moon rises

~BEFORE THE MOON RISES~I watch him walk toward me.Not as a beast, but as a man.To the humans gathered beneath the marble arches, this is nothing more than a powerful union, an elite wedding between influential families. Cameras flash softly. Businessmen murmur approval. Polite applause lingers in the air like perfume.They see a groom in a perfectly tailored black suit.They don’t see the Alpha.When he finally stops in front of me, the world narrows to the space between us.Up close, he is even more devastating. Strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that hold too much history and too little mercy. I find myself wishing—absurdly, that beneath that beautiful, lethal exterior there might be something softer and kind.A foolish hope.The air shifts.I feel him in the subtle rise in temperature, in the way my pulse begins to sync with something deeper and older. There is a pull inside me—instinctual, primal, stretching toward him like it recognizes something my mind does not.The offi

Night of the ritual

~NIGHT OF THE RITUAL~I rise to my feet slowly, forcing my breathing to steady.I may not remember who I was, but the fact that I survived death means something. It means I fought. It means I don’t break easily. Whatever I’ve lost, whatever was taken from me, the instinct to survive is still here, sharp and unyielding.I just have to endure.Long enough for my memories to return, and to understand what I’ve been thrown into.I step out of the chamber.From the doorway, I see it—a narrow trail of light stretching forward into the darkness. It glows softly against the stone floor, almost ethereal, like moonlight made solid. It’s breathtaking.And terrifying.Chills sweep across my bare skin, but I move forward anyway. My feet follow the illuminated path as distant chants begin to rise—low at first, then layered. Voices blending together in something ancient and hauntingly beautiful.The sound wraps around me.It’s intoxicating.For a fleeting second, I feel untouchable and powerful, lik

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