My Alpha Forced Me to Take My Sister’s Crime

The charity gala had ended two hours early, a small mercy I hadn’t expected. I clutched my clutch bag tighter, my knuckles turning white as I ascended the grand staircase of the Pack House. For five years, I had walked these halls as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, yet the walls felt colder every day. My wolf, usually a source of comfort, paced anxiously in the back of my mind, scratching at my consciousness with a low, mournful whine.

“Nicholas?” I called out softly as I pushed open the double doors to the Alpha suite.

Silence greeted me, heavy and suffocating. The room was dark, save for a sliver of light spilling from under the bathroom door. The sound of running water cut through the quiet, accompanied by a scent that made my stomach churn—thick, heavy musk. It was the smell of an Alpha in the throes of deep arousal.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Hope, foolish and fragile, bloomed in my chest. Perhaps he was finally thinking of me? Maybe tonight, after months of cold shoulders and separate beds, he wanted his mate.

I pushed the bathroom door open. “Nick, I came home ear—”

The words died in my throat, strangled by a gasp that tore from my lips.

Steam billowed around the glass shower enclosure, but it did nothing to hide the man inside. Nicholas stood under the spray, his head thrown back, one hand braced against the tile while the other worked furiously. But it wasn’t my name on his lips. It wasn’t my scent filling the room.

Pressed against his face, sodden and clinging to his wet skin, was a silk scarf. A scarf patterned with blue violets.

Jessica’s scarf.

The scent of vanilla and artificial sweetness hit me like a physical blow. He was inhaling it, groaning into the wet fabric as if it were the only oxygen in the room. He was pleasuring himself to the scent of my own sister.

“Nicholas!” I screamed, the sound raw and broken.

His eyes snapped open. For a second, I expected shame. I expected him to drop the scarf, to cover himself, to apologize.

Instead, his lip curled into a snarl. His eyes weren’t the warm hazel I had fallen in love with; they were glazed over, dark with a lust that wasn’t mine.

“Get out!” he roared, his voice vibrating with Alpha aggression. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t drop the scarf. He just glared at me with pure hatred for interrupting his fantasy.

I fled. I ran until my lungs burned, collapsing in the guest bedroom that had become my true prison.

***

The next morning, the sun rose as if my world hadn’t shattered. I dragged myself to the dining hall, my eyes puffy and red. I had to be strong. I was the Luna.

But as I entered, I found my place already usurped.

Jessica sat at the head of the table, a spread of blueprints and