MY SISTER'S MATE
"Mommy..."
Five years ago, my own twin sister stole my newborn pups and left me to burn in the Crimson Moon Tower. I escaped into the dark wild woods, broken and alone, with two hidden secret pups she never found. Now, I am back in Ravenmoor Moon City, hiding my true face behind an ugly mask, working as a special bone reader for the Alpha Council. I only want one thing: revenge.
But the moment I step foot inside the Ravenmoor Gateway, a little mute princess from the powerful Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack runs up and hugs my legs. For the first time in her life, she speaks—and she calls me her mother.
Enter Supreme Alpha King Idris Blackthorne. He is the most dangerous, powerful ruler in the entire Alpha Council Corporate Circle. He is hunting down the strange, plain omega woman who made his daughter talk. He does not know I am the real mate he claimed in the dark five years ago. He does not know his twins and my twins are actually part of the same secret bloodline prophecy.
I try to stay away to protect my hidden pups, but the mate bond draws us close. When the Alpha Succession War begins, secrets will explode. Can a hidden Moonborn Alpha Queen take back her throne, or will the Supreme Alpha King find out the truth under my mask?
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Chapter: 37Zanele Okafor"Look at this giant young male wolf standing by the den entrance," a loud female voice squeaks right as my boots hit the front grass of Zanele's Mooncrest Villa."His handsome face is so great, his muscles must be waiting for his chosen mate to return from the forest," another old high-blood female whispers back with a big smile."My heart wonders which lucky young girl in our pack dominion network gets to curl up against his heavy fur tonight?"My silver pupils blink behind my freckled mask, feeling deeply dubious about how handsome this stray wolf could truly be. No matter what bloodline he comes from, my mind is completely sure his face cannot look better than those two grand alpha brothers who run the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack. My steps glide nonchalantly past the group of older females, but the exact second my eyes trace the male standing under the archway, my pupils widen in pure, total shock.Idris Blackthorne? Why are his giant alpha boots occupying the dirt out
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Chapter: 36Zanele Okafor"What are your claws doing to this girl, Aunt Mandy?" Riven Thornclaw growls, his broad chest blocking the light as his long fingers quickly lift my frame up to stand perfectly straight on the smooth stone floor.Before the angry female can let out a single snarl from her throat, Chris Watsons steps forward, his paws snatching his wife's shoulders to pull her back with an absolute unconcerned, careless expression. "Riven, did your ears not catch the words coming out of her mouth? Her hand merely slipped on the clay horn.""Your name—""She already let out a soft apology to the room, boy. What more does your alpha pride want to take from her skin?" Chris continues his loud barking, his teeth bared in deep irritation. "No matter how many winters pass, my wolf remains the biological son of Old Max and a high-blood member of this pack dominion network. Your rank cannot just take the side of this ugly, spotted outsider over your own bloodlines!"In true reality, Chris and Man
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Chapter: 35"Zanele Okafor." I let out a polite, soft smile behind my freckled mask."Zanele. That name carries a beautiful ring across the forest." Max nods his head slightly, a small tear of genuine pack gratitude welling up at the corner of his old eyes. "Your paws pulled my life back from the abyss. The Watsons clan and my own legacy will remember your kindness until our bones turn to dust."Thinking about the absolute circus of crazy relatives who were just screaming for my head, my silver gaze shifts onto Riven’s profile before looking back down at the old leader.My hand waves through the air in a dismissive gesture. "It is my absolute pleasure to help your failing core, Old Mr. Watsons. As for the other wolves who share your blood... I highly doubt their hearts feel the exact same gratitude."Riven’s silver pupils flicker slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and a sudden, rosy red tint floods straight into his tanned cheeks."My tongue is deeply sorry that my wolf completely misunders
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Chapter: 34Zanele Okafor"My ears hold absolute zero desire to waste my wolf breath tossing explanations to your blind pack circle," I murmur, my facial muscles staying completely cold and expressionless as my eyes track the angry elders.The Okafor Moonfang Clan and the Watsons wolves know absolutely nothing about the sacred arts of silver acupuncture. Therefore, it is merely a total, useless waste of my energy to explain the flow of life-pulse to their greedy minds.After casting a sharp, sweeping glance across the hostile crowd, my boots strut directly toward the furs where Max is laying, and my fingers start pulling the thin metal spikes out of his skin.These ancient crystal needles are my ultimate family heirloom, handed down to my paws by my maternal grandfather line.They are incredibly precious, priceless treasures across the Ravenmoor Moon City, as every single spike is forged from a rare, mysterious moon-metal hidden deep in the mountain caves."Guardians, please lock the iron chains
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Chapter: 33A massive wave of pure relief washes through my blood after the final silver spike sinks home.My palms then drop down to press against Max’s wrist furs, tracking the immediate, subtle changes inside his pulse.Just then, a heavy series of frantic boot-steps comes echoing from the outer stone corridor. Before our frames can move, the master bedroom door is slammed open, and a whole group of well-dressed, angry pack elders forces their way into the space.Holding a thick mountain weed cigar between his teeth, a male wolf with slicked-back gray hair glares straight at my mask with freezing eyes. "What low female is this? Why are her boots standing inside the leader's den?" he questions loudly.My body stands up straight, my eyebrows knitting together into a deep frown as my eyes face the intruders.In response to my defensive stance, the middle-aged pack elder strokes his chin, letting out a deeply sinister, mocking smile from his fangs.While my mind is quickly calculating a safe path
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Chapter: 32Zanele Okafor"What a chaotic, muddy trail his wolf spirit is swimming in," I murmur to my own chest, my fingers staying tightly pressed against Max Watsons’ bony wrist furs.His life-pulse is skipping and jumping with a completely irregular, jerky pattern, indicating that a vile rogue substance has been dropped straight into his water bowl.Currently, there is far more than a single type of dark moon toxin circulating through his old veins.The heavy, conflicting poisons gathered inside the old pack leader’s body are aggressively invading his internal organs, causing his inner wolf to slip deep into a total, unresponsive coma.The more my healing brain dwells on the depth of the fluid damage, the more a massive, cold wave of true fear rips through my chest. The presence of four totally different poisons means that more than one pack member has been dropping venom into Old Mr. Watsons’ meat plates. How could a bloodline act so savagely against the supreme head of their own territory?
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HIS SUBSTITUTE MATE’S REVENGE
“Sign the papers, Lyra. My true mate has returned, and a substitute is no longer required in my bed.”
Alpha Tristan Crowne’s voice is as cold as the ice he dominates, but his touch still ignites a fire I can’t extinguish. For two years, I’ve been the secret Luna of the Crowne Mafia empire—a placeholder for a fallen bloodline, a shadow in the sheets of a man who never intended to keep me. Now, Selene Voss is back to claim her throne, and I’m being discarded like yesterday’s tactical report.
But I’m carrying a secret that will shatter the foundations of the Cheshire Territory: a secret Alpha heir he commanded me to destroy.
As the brutal world of werewolf Mafia politics collides with the high-stakes intensity of professional hockey, I must vanish before my possessive husband scents the change in my blood. In this game of wolves and war, the puck isn't the only thing at risk—it's my heart and my pup's life.
Genres: Modern Werewolf Romance, Mafia Romance, Secret Pregnancy, Forced Proximity.
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Chapter: 63"If Selene Voss smells even a single drop of our secondary contract, Kairi, the iron execution squads will have both our heads on the ice tracks before the championship match starts," I warned, watching the corporate wolf finish her black-market coffee."The Voss syndicate thinks they own every blade of steel in the Cheshire territory, Lyra," Kairi Torres replied, her tense shoulders dropping as she offered a sharp, dangerous smirk. "But Harper Blake was right about one thing. Your fallen forge family still has enough hidden assets to buy my absolute silence. The bloodline graft is yours.""We move the material through the Blackmoor clinic bypass line at midnight," I stated, standing up from the booth and adjusting my trench coat. "Do not let your enforcers miss the gate check.""The transaction tokens are already clearing my offshore ledger, Alpha-substitute," Kairi murmured, her golden eyes flashing with raw satisfaction. "I'll see you on the medical ice."I broke away from the neut
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Chapter: 62"Lyra, we have a catastrophic breach on the southern tracks," Dr. Victor Hale barked as he threw the isolation room door open, his chest heaving as the scent of pure panic rolled off his clinical robes."What do you mean, Victor?" I demanded, my hands freezing over the medical monitors as my wolf stood completely on edge. "The high council didn't intercept the transport, did they?""The rogue donor from the Maradeiris sector just tore up the alliance contract," Victor said, his teeth bared in sheer frustration as he lowered his voice. "They pulled their bloodline markers from the lab registry less than ten minutes ago.""They did what?" I gasped, my voice climbing into a ragged whisper as the entire room seemed to spin. "How can someone pull out when the surgical prep is already running? What changed their mind at the last second?""Mommy, why is the doctor shouting?" Averi murmured from the mattress, his tiny voice cutting right through my mounting hysteria."Everything is perfectly
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Chapter: 61"Your forge lineage credentials checked out perfectly with our vanguard arena coordinators, Miss Ashford," the Lawrence Group's prime pack secretary said, sliding the glass door open to reveal the high alpha's inner sanctum."Sit down, Lyra," High Alpha Hank Lawrence commanded, his deep voice carrying the thick, warm scent of cedar wood and old territory contracts as he turned from the massive reinforced glass looking out over the skating circuits. "The silver-weave armor set you engineered for my female's winter tournament match was an absolute masterpiece. She will not stop howling about the tactical flexibility of the joint plates to the council elders.""The pleasure belongs entirely to House Ashford, Alpha Lawrence," I replied, forcing my posture into a structured, formal stance as I slipped into the leather chair opposite his desk. "Hearing that the Lawrence vanguard finds our craftsmanship superior to the mass-produced Crowne dominion gear keeps our furnace burning."Hank's gol
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Chapter: 60"Why are you sneaking around my son's isolation unit, Tristan?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the Blackmoor sector ward like a cold blade on fresh rink ice.I stood frozen in the doorway, my knuckles whitening against the doorframe as my inner wolf clawed at my chest in sheer panic. Inside the room, Alpha Tristan Crowne was kneeling on the cold linoleum, his charcoal-gray tailored suit jacket unbuttoned, completely throwing off his usual terrifying mafia lord persona. My little Averi was sitting upright in his small hospital bed, his round golden eyes wide with an innocent curiosity as he held up a titanium hockey player figurine toward the massive predator who had shattered my pack line three winters ago.Tristan didn't answer immediately. He slowly stood up to his full, imposing height, his shadow completely devouring the small space between the medical monitors and the bedside. His lethal amber gaze tracked my ragged breathing, searching for the micro-ex
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Chapter: 59"So what if the Crowne syndicate pulls their financing from our secondary skating rinks?" Damien Cross said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble that cut straight through the anxious chatter of his tactical advisors. "Do you think I am intimidated by Tristan’s alpha title or his mafia execution squads? Lyra and her cub are under the protection of the Cross family crest now. I refuse to abandon them to the winter elements just because the High Council is watching the borders."His assistant bowed his head, his scent shifting from raw panic to profound, unyielding respect for the enforcer. "We will double the sentries along the southern ice tracks, sir. If the Crowne enforcers try to block the transport from Ironfang Airfield, we will be ready to clear the way by force."Down at the Blackmoor Pack Infirmary, the elevator doors slid open with a heavy metallic hiss. The moment I stepped onto the linoleum floor, the sharp, overwhelming stench of silver-nitrate antiseptic and ol
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Chapter: 58Get your hands off her, Crowne, before I break your fingers right over this table!" Damien Cross roared, his inner wolf surging to the surface as his fangs fully extended, his scent filling the confined office with the raw, metallic stench of fresh blood and ozone.Tristan Crowne didn't even blink, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he slammed the heavy iron door shut behind him with a force that rattled the glass partitions of the facility. He ignored Damien entirely, his golden Alpha eyes locking onto me where I sat on the leather sofa, my fingers still trembling as I clutched the updated jersey schematics for the winter league. Before I could shift my weight to stand, Tristan crossed the distance between us in a single, predatory stride, his hand locking around my upper arm like a steel vise and ripping me upward so violently that a sharp gasp of pain tore from my throat."You thought you could hide the bloodline markers of the Crowne syndicate in a rogue
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