After My Alpha Replaced Me with My Sister, I Burned Everything

The candles had burned down to stubborn, flickering nubs, casting long, dancing shadows across the untouched dinner plates. Seven years. Tonight marked the seventh anniversary of the day the Moon Goddess paired me with Alpha Holden Evans. For seven years, I had been the perfect, submissive Luna, swallowing my pride along with the bitter pill of his neglect. I had hoped, foolishly, that tonight might be different. That maybe, just maybe, he would remember the vows we took.

The heavy oak front door creaked open, shattering the silence. My heart leaped, a traitorous flutter in my chest, as I smoothed the skirt of my dress and stood up.

"Holden?" I called out softly, stepping into the hallway.

The scent hit me first—rain, pine, and the dark, intoxicating musk of my Alpha. But beneath it, there was something else. Something cloying and overly sweet, like rotting flowers.

Holden stepped into the light, his tall, broad-shouldered frame filling the space. He was breathtakingly handsome, with sharp jawlines and eyes like storm clouds, the kind of man who commanded a room just by breathing. But he wasn't alone.

Clinging to his arm, wearing a dress that was little more than a whisper of red silk, was Indigo. My half-sister.

The air left my lungs in a painful rush. "Indigo? What... what are you doing here?"

She didn't look at me. Instead, she pressed her chest against Holden’s bicep, her fingers tracing the lapel of his suit. "Hello, Wren. You look... tired."

I looked at Holden, searching for an explanation, an apology, anything. His expression was stone cold, devoid of even a flicker of guilt.

"She’s staying," Holden said, his voice flat.

"Staying?" I blinked, trying to process the nightmare unfolding in my foyer. "Holden, it’s our anniversary. You brought my sister here?"

"I brought my mistress here," he corrected, his voice devoid of emotion. He looked at me with a detached boredom that hurt more than his anger ever could. "Indigo understands me. She satisfies me. And unlike you, she doesn't bore me to tears with her pathetic neediness."

The Omegas, who had been hovering near the kitchen hoping to serve the anniversary dinner, froze. I could feel their pity radiating off them, hot and shameful.

"You can't do this," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I am your Luna. This is my home."

Holden’s eyes darkened, the silver rings of his wolf flashing in his irises. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with the crushing weight of his Alpha aura.

"**Wren.**"

His voice dropped an octave, vibrating with the Alpha Tone. It wasn't a request; it was a command that bypassed my conscious mind and slammed directly into my wolf. My knees buckled, and I instinctively lowered my head, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed in rebellion.

"**You will vacate the master bedroom immediately,**" he commanded, the power in his voice making the windows rattle. "**Indigo will be taking your place in my bed. Move your things to