Semua Bab My Sister Stole My Husband, Fate Gave Me Two Alpha Dons: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Chapter 1Evelyn’s POV The champagne bottle slipped from my fingers and shattered across the marble floor the moment I saw my husband’s bare back moving in sync with my sister’s naked body. For three seconds, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The red rose petals I’d scattered on our bed that morning were crushed beneath them. They were tangled on the special occasion silk sheets that I changed this morning to celebrate this memorable day, There were small moaning sounds coming from her, the words were almost a whisper, but I could still hear it, every bit of it. “Yes Marcus, oh baby, tell me I’m the best.” She had asked between shaky breaths of pleasure. “You know that you’re the absolute best thing that happened to me..” Marcus replied immediately amidst Moans. Though my eyes was seeing the two, my mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, to say I was hurt would be an understatement. “Marcus?” I found myself calling him in disbelief. My voice was ba

Chapter 3Evelyn's POVMom wrapped me in the old quilt from the back of the couch. The one with the faded sunflowers that she'd stitched the winter Dad died."Drink," she said, pressing a mug of moonflower tea into my hands. "Small sips."My hands were shaking so badly the tea rippled. She closed her fingers over mine to steady them, and that small act of kindness broke me all over again."I lost the baby, Mama." I hadn't said it out loud yet. Saying it made it real. "I lost my pup."Her face crumpled. She didn't say it will be okay. She didn't say everything happens for a reason. She just pulled my head against her chest and held me while I shook, her old heart beating slow and steady under my ear."He rejected me," I whispered into her robe. "He said the words, Mama. In front of her. He rejected me and my body just... let go."Mom's arms tightened. I felt something wet land in my hair. She was crying too, silently, the way she'd cried at Dad's burial. Grief without sound. Omega grie

Chapter 5Evelyn’s POV "Absolutely not," I said.Tasha held the dress higher, as if distance were my only objection. It was a pool of deep red silk, cut dangerously low in the front and even lower in the back, featuring a thigh-high slit that would end somewhere north of decency."Absolutely yes," Tasha countered, her voice unyielding. "Den rules, Evie. If you walk that floor, you look like you belong on it. This isn't Memorial Hospital. Nobody pays to see sensible shoes."We were in her cramped apartment, three hours before my first shift, and she had been systematically reconstructing me for two of them. My hair, freed from its neat nurse’s bun for the first time in years, fell in loose, dark waves past my shoulders. The face staring back at me from her vanity mirror belonged to a complete stranger. Smoky eyeshadow. A blood-red mouth. High, sharp cheekbones I hadn't realized I possessed.I hated it.I hated every single second of it. Not because it looked bad—but because it looked