Fated To My Twin Sister's Alpha Novels & Stories

He was unimpressed, guarded. "The one and only" she curtsied "had I been born a few minutes earlier I might have been Ahpla Anna. Not that stopped Fin from becoming Alpha." She said throwing my arms around my shoulders. I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I am not speaking to David at the moment. How dare he choose someone else to become my sister. I mean, how often do werewolves have twins, much less a set of twins born a week apart in neighbouring packs. It was like we were destined to become friends. What are the odds?"

"He thinks he trapped the Alpha. He thinks he can wait us out. But he made a mistake." I looked down at my daughter. Her tiny hand reached up and wrapped around my finger. Her grip was impossibly strong. "He forgot that a pack has two heads," I said. "He took your Alpha." I raised my chin. My scars flared bright silver, illuminating the dank bunker. "But he left you the Queen." Jax straightened his spine. He hit his fist against his chest. "Blackthorn!" he barked. Mara joined in. "Blackthorn!"

He held up a hand, signaling for me to assist him, and I did so. With a back pat, he enquired, "Why are you even attracted to this girl so much? Like, Alpha, her sister is your fiancée." I indicated that he remained silent by putting a finger to my lips. "Freya is..." "Oh my god, just shut it. It doesn't concern you." He didn't say anything else until I left the garden and made a detour to the open area outside the pack where Alphas may go on walks and see if any wolves, rogues, or spies were nearby.

Ivy continued. "Jake is my twin brother" Alpha Alexander said, still in a state of anger. Beta Drex placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Calm down, pull yourself together." "How dare he touch my mate?" "You both are twins, you surely would share the same mate." Beta Drex explained. Emily reached out to Ivy, hugging her and patting her slowly. "I'm sorry for doubting you" "Why do we have to fight over everything?" Alpha Alexander yelled, his frustration evident in his tone.

Maggie didn’t need to be told that these individuals were part of The Bloodhound Pack. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Maggie stepped forward, her twins close by her side. The pack members regarded them with a combination of respect and curiosity, their gazes scanning the newcomers, assessing their potential. “Welcome” They could all hear the deep voice of a man who stood tall and commanding amidst the clearing. His presence exuded an air of authority and power, his physical appearance reflecting a leader. He was the alpha of the Bloodhound Pack. “I’m Julian," he politely introduced himself with a weird smile as he approached Maggie

This gruesome title has been mine ever since I was caught trying to steal from the Alpha two years ago, his precious gold ring which was said by history to have been gifted to him by his father. I tried to steal it for selfish reasons which I regret now as I'm m being punished for it now. He made me his s*x slave ever since then. It was a painful trauma for me, a painful memory she could never forget. My family did all they could to help me but Alpha Domini wasn't ready to let go. But I still believe there's hope for me, which is finding my mate. As a gift and fate gifted to the people of the Crescent Moon Pack by the moon goddess. Every werewolf is fated to meet their mate on their eighteen

And that made something cold move through me. Why was she scared? Who was with her? Where was she? This wasn’t me. I wasn’t supposed to care. I growled and kicked the table leg hard enough to make it shake. Everything about this bond felt like losing control, and I hated losing control more than anything. I could still hear Aiden’s voice in my head. “She’s mine.” My fists tightened. Who did he think he was? We were alphas together… not him alone. We were brothers first.. before Aria, before this bond, before everything.

No wonder Chase liked her. "I have to say, I think you look familiar," she said. "Well, I don't think we've ever met before." "Definitely, but I still can't help but think that you look like my best friend, Curtin Scott." My eyes widened as I heard that name. "Wait a minute, you're Sullivan Church, daughter of the White Moon's Pack Alpha." She raised a brow at me. "How do you know that?" "Well, Curtin is my brother, and I had a lot from his maids about his best friend."

“Be very careful, Stacey Miller. Just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean we’re equals. I’m your alpha. When I say something, you do it without questioning me. Got it?” I nodded. “Understood, alpha.” “Good,” he said and turned to walk down the stairs. Sighing, I followed him. It seemed Alpha Liam and his twin brother were not so different after all. However, his brother was definitely worse, hands down. Liam was silent as a graveyard during the ride. I matched his energy, staying silent and focusing on my own thoughts. At the pack house, we split. He went to his office after ordering a guard to escort me to my room.

As I carefully descended the staircase, I found myself wondering something I had asked countless times before. Why? Why couldn't I have been born into an ordinary family? Why did I have to be born into the Alpha's family? A family obsessed with appearances. A family where beauty and perfection was celebrated like a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. A family where I was everything unacceptable. I was too large, too clumsy, too awkward, too quiet and too different. While my twin sister, Leslie, was perfect. She was beautiful, charming, graceful, and confident. The future Alpha. The pride of the Soul Moon Pack.