Alphas Wicked Eve

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

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"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack-until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha-including her ex-husband-will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

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The glass was cool against her forehead, but it did little to calm the storm inside her.

Isadora Langston stood at the towering window of her D.C. townhouse, her silhouette outlined by the bruised lavender of an approaching dusk. The city buzzed below-horns, sirens, camera flashes. But here, in her private prison above it all, everything was quiet. Too quiet.

She watched her reflection blend with the blurred skyline-half-girl, half-ghost.

"You should be packing." Her father's voice was flat behind her, as though he hadn't just signed away her life with a few whispered threats and classified reports.

She didn't turn. "You said I'd be safe here."

"Things have changed." His tone sharpened. "You were nearly killed last night. I will not have my daughter become a political casualty."

A bitter laugh caught in her throat. "Isn't that what I've always been?"

Senator Langston exhaled through his nose-controlled, irritated. The way he always got when she broke character. "You're not going to that charity gala next week. You're flying out tonight."

"Where?" She finally turned to face him, eyes sharp like shattered glass. "To another of your secret bunkers? Some Swiss villa with armed guards and no soul?"

His jaw tensed. "To Sicily."

Isadora blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You'll be under the protection of someone who owes me a favor."

"And who might that be? A crooked general? Another skeleton from your Cold War closet?"

The pause said everything.

"Luciano Moretti."

The name landed like a punch to the gut.

"You're sending me to a mafia heir?" Her voice cracked, outrage laced with disbelief. "Jesus Christ, Dad. He's a ghost story-mothers tell their children not to say his name out loud."

"He's the only one powerful enough to keep you alive. Don't be dramatic."

She crossed her arms, her body trembling-not with fear, but with fury. "Why now? Why him?"

He stepped closer, towering, still in his crisp suit, tie strangling his throat like his morals had years ago. "Because I'd rather have you in the lion's den with a lion I can control than buried six feet under with a bullet in your skull."

A beat of silence stretched between them, taut as piano wire.

"I'm not a pawn, Dad."

His eyes narrowed. "You've always been a piece on the board, Isadora. The only difference is, this time I'm trying to keep you alive."

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