Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Younger Sisters Rebellion

“You're quite fierce. This is what you’ve become? Rothgar sneered, circling Kaelen. Blood-red eyes, trembling fury. You think it makes you Alpha? You’re still just a boy pretending to wear a crown too heavy for his head.” Kaelen straightened, blood dripping down his chest. His voice was hoarse, yet steady. “Every fence you break me with only makes me stronger.” Rothgar lunged, faster than Kaelen had expected, slamming him into the stone wall. Dust rained down as cracks spidered across the stone. Kaelen roared, claws raking across Rothgar’s chest, but the elder Alpha only laughed, blood trickling like wine. “Every Alpha before you fell to me, Rothgar hissed in his ear. Your father, your uncle

“Our alpha? She’s not my alpha. She was supposed to marry me so a man could run this Pride. She was not smart enough to figure that out. You had it right when we were in high school. Katalea is not fit to lead.” “As a child, I was jealous of her, as an adult I have come to respect her. She is my alpha and I will serve her.” Dalya poked her chin out and stared at her brother defiantly. “Anyone who goes against my alpha goes against me.” “You mean, you won’t be coming with me?” Incredulous, he looked at her. “We can start an awesome Pride, anywhere you want.” “Not only will I not come with you, I hereby denounce you as my brother.” His jaw dropped as she said the words. The bond bet

I read page one hundred and forty seven that night by lamplight while Isla slept in the adjoining room. The chapter was dense, pack historical record, written in the dry and precise language of documentation rather than storytelling. It detailed the emergence of one Helena Carew, age nineteen, in the winter of 1887. The physical account of the shift itself was clinical and unflinching. Then came the political aftermath: six Alphas mobilizing within seventy two hours of the confirmed emergence. Three brutal pack wars over the following eighteen months. The Ironveil Alpha of that generation had taken Helena under his protection, not out of sentiment, but out of strategic calculation, buying a

"This is not the moment." "I disagree," Ezra said. Simple. Flat. Final. Something in Victor's expression shifted. "You will step away from her and return to the dais." "No." The word landed in the hall like a stone dropped into deep water. I felt the pack around us processing it. The weight of it. An Alpha heir publicly refusing his father's oldest ally in front of the entire pack, standing beside a girl with a disputed birth record and her hand somehow connecting across a room to the Luna stone that had refused to respond to the girl it was supposed to choose.

Now that the plan was in place, I could rest easy knowing that I wasn't alone in wanting independence. Even though everything made sense, I felt a wave of rage come over me as I continued to read. Ciara was held behind bars too and Noah's condition was getting worse. A raging fury was stoked by the idea of my sister being imprisoned, but I could hear Nathan's voice as I read the note, issuing a warning that fast judgments could ruin our plans. My guide now was Nathan's note, which pointed the way for a planned rebellion against Alpha Ava's tyrannical authority. The guard went about his duty, oblivious to the revolt that was growing under his watch.

I suppressed my sadness, took a deep breath to regain my composure, and said my purpose, "The Dead Forest pack lost the war, so they have to bear all the loss and compensate the Red Ocean pack. Alpha Albert wants me to be the gift to go with his spoils. Alpha David agreed to that. I ran away because I didn't want to be Alpha Albert's mistress. My mother said you could protect me from Alpha Albert and Alpha David. I…." My words choked. I had to try so hard not to cry in front of him.

m. I quickly got out of bed and headed down stairs. I felt like disappearing when I saw the two most wicked people in the world - Alpha Reuben and his equally wicked sister. I greeted them with a shaking voice. “Good morning alpha. Good morning……” “Hold it right there.” She interrupted me. “Your incompetence has heightened. I bet you haven't checked your time.” She continued, foaming up. “I want to punish her first.” The Alpha told his sister. Then turning to me he ordered, the authority in his voice unmasked.

Kyle's POV. I paced around the room, my mind filled with anger and frustration. Maggie was my sister, and I couldn't believe that Alpha Theon had her kidnapped and thrown into the dungeons. I had to do something to get her out of there, and the only way to do that was to remove Alpha Theon from the throne. I called for a closed-door meeting with some of the elders, hoping to persuade them to join me in a rebellion against Alpha Theon. Oma, Yara, and Mauris were present, trying to persuade the elders to join our cause, but to no avail.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to steady my breathing. Our pack was in disarray since the attack from Dominique's pack. We had never expected them to strike so suddenly and fiercely. The surprise attack had caught us off guard, leaving us with no choice but to flee into hiding. Alpha Alexander, who used to be very powerful, was now in hiding overnight. It was as if we had suddenly lost our leader, leaving us all feeling lost and helpless.

Being knocked out and brought here against my will wasn't an arrest. "I'm being accused of a murder I never committed" "Who?" I frowned up at him. "Forgive me for asking but aren't you close to the alpha? You should know all about it" I asked annoyed but he chuckled. "I'm not in his inside crew but I get work done for him. I never knew the exact reason you were here. I just knew the alpha didn't like you" I snorted. "He accused me of killing his sister," I said defeatedly and our eyes met when he gasped.