All Chapters of The Alpha My Sister Wanted: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Disputed.I stared at the word until the letters blurred.Not blessed.Not recognised.Not properly registered.Disputed.My name sat on the page like a mistake someone had tried to trap in ink.Aurora Vale.Mother: Liora Vale.Father: blank.Then that word.My fingers trembled as I touched the paper.The ink had faded, but the mark was still angry. Whoever had written it had pressed the pen so hard the page had scarred.Disputed.I tried to breathe, but the archive felt too small. Too cold. Too full of dead voices whispering from the shelves.“No,” I whispered.My wolf stirred.Not frightened.Focused.I turned the page too quickly.Nothing.The next records moved on to another family. A birth. A death. A bond ceremony between two wolves I did not know.As if my existence had taken only three lines.As if that was all I was worth.I went back.Read it again.Aurora Vale.Liora Vale.Disputed.My stomach twisted.Victor was my father.He had to be.He had raised me.He had punished me

Ezra pulled me through the garden.Fast.Silent.Certain.I ran beside him with one hand gripping the ledger and the other trapped in his. Branches snagged at my cardigan. Damp grass soaked through my shoes. Behind us, the pack house glowed with too many windows and too many secrets.Victor had seen us.Or he had seen something.With Victor, something was always enough.Ezra did not slow until we reached the west side of the house, where the stone wall climbed beneath a row of dark balconies.I stared up. “No.”He looked at me. “I did not say anything.”“You’re thinking something reckless.”“That is a little unfair.”“Is it wrong?”He glanced up at the balcony above us.I made a strangled sound. “Absolutely not.”“It is the fastest way.”“It is a balcony.”“I can climb.”“Wonderful. I cannot.”His gaze moved over me, and for one awful second I thought he might smile.He did not.That would have been worse.Probably.“You can,” he said.“I have not shifted. I have not trained. I was pu

I did not go back to my room.Ezra tried to make me.Luca suggested it would be “emotionally healthy and strategically less stupid,” which was a very Luca way of saying we were all one bad decision away from disaster.But my room belonged to Victor.Not officially.Not in any way anyone else would understand.But every inch of it had been chosen for me. The empty shelves. The suitable dress. The guards outside the hall. Even the loose floorboard no longer felt like a hiding place.Nothing in that room was mine.Not anymore.Maybe it never had been.So I sat in the chair by Ezra’s desk while Luca stood near the door and Ezra paced the length of his room like a wolf trapped too long in human skin.No one said much.That was fine.I had enough words in my head already.Disputed.Liora.Records.Blood.Her scent.His wolf has been following her all night.My face burned every time I thought about that last one.Not because Victor had said it.Because Ezra had not denied it.Morning crept i

She was sitting on my bed when I came back.Not Maren. Not Luca.Vivian.She had not dressed yet. Her hair was loose, which I had not seen in years, and she sat with her hands folded in her lap in the careful way she always sat when she was holding herself together by force.I stopped in the doorway.She looked up.No sweetness. No performance. Just my sister, smaller than the version of her I kept in my memory, sitting in my room in the early morning light with her eyes red at the edges."Close the door," she said.I did.She did not speak immediately. I did not push her. I moved to the chair by the window and sat, and we stayed like that for a moment, two sisters in a room that had never fully belonged to either of us."You were gone seven years," Vivian said finally.Her voice was quiet. Not accusing. Something worse than that."I know.""Do you know what they told me?" She looked at her hands. "They told me I had to be perfect. That I had to be everything a future Luna was suppose

The full moon rose before the ceremony did.I felt it before I saw it, the way I had started feeling most things since the ridge. A pressure behind my sternum, low and steady, like the tide pulling at something it had always known was there.My wolf had been restless all day.Not frightened.Hungry.The main hall had been arranged for the presentation. I had not seen it like this before, the long tables pushed back against the walls, the floor cleared, the old stone dais at the far end lit by candles arranged in the crescent formation I now recognised from the carved markers on the ridge. Black Moon Ridge did not do ceremony lightly. Everything here meant something. Everything here was old.I stood near the back of the gathered pack with Luca two steps to my left and tried to make myself small.It had always been easy before.Tonight it was not working.The pack pressed around me, familiar faces I had been slowly learning again since my return, and I felt their energy running high and