Alpha, You Chose My Sister

The sound of my own sister's laughter echoing from our bedroom stopped me cold in the marble hallway. Not just any laughter—the breathless, intimate kind that made my stomach clench with a horrible certainty I wasn't ready to face.

I pressed my back against the wall, my silver anniversary gown suddenly feeling like a mockery against my skin. Through the crack in the door, I could see them. Marcus, my Alpha husband of exactly one year tonight, had Sophia pinned against the wall where our wedding photo used to hang. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her mouth claiming his with a hunger I recognized but had never inspired.

"God, I've missed this," Sophia purred, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "Playing the grieving sister at your anniversary party was exhausting."

My heart shattered so completely I was surprised the sound didn't echo through the mansion.

"Soon we won't have to pretend anymore," Marcus growled, his voice rough with desire. "Luna's served her purpose. Her father's company is mine now, and she's too weak to fight me for it."

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The conversation continued, each word a knife twisting deeper.

"She actually thinks you might learn to love her," Sophia laughed cruelly. "The poor little Omega, so desperate for her Alpha's approval. It's almost pitiful."

"Love her?" Marcus's laugh was cold enough to freeze blood. "I can barely stand touching her. Thank God for you, or I might have gone insane this past year."

The hallway spun around me. A year of marriage. A year of trying so desperately to be the perfect wife, believing that if I just tried harder, loved him more completely, he might eventually return even a fraction of my devotion.

All of it had been a lie.

"What about the divorce?" Sophia asked, straightening her dress—my dress, I realized with fresh horror. She was wearing the red Valentino I'd bought for our first anniversary dinner. "She won't just agree quietly."

Marcus's smile was predatory. "Luna won't have a choice. The prenup is iron-clad, and I control everything now. If she wants to keep anything—the house, the trust fund, even her mother's jewelry—she'll do exactly what I tell her."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then I'll destroy her so completely that no Alpha in the city will touch her. A broken Omega with no pack, no money, no protection." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll come crawling back, begging for scraps."

I backed away from the door, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip the wall for support. The sounds from the bedroom followed me—Sophia's theatrical moans, Marcus's answering growls, the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall.

Our bed. Our anniversary night.

Somehow, I made it to the guest bathroom down the hall before my legs gave out entirely. I collapsed against the locked door, finally allowing the sobs to tear from my throat. The woman in the mirror looked like