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 menus scattered before her. She was laughing, her hand resting casually on Nicholas’s forearm. He was smiling—a genuine smile I hadn’t seen directed at me in years.

“Oh, Olive,” Jessica chirped, not bothering to stand. “You’re finally up. Nick and I were just finalizing the menu for the Harvest Feast tonight.”

I stiffened, walking to the side of the table. “That is the Luna’s duty, Jessica. And I already approved the menu last week.”

“It was boring,” she dismissed with a wave of her manicured hand. “We changed the dessert to the pecan tart. It’s much more elegant.”

“Pecan?” I looked at Nicholas, desperation clawing at my throat. “Nicholas, you know Elder Thomas has a severe nut allergy. If we serve that, he could go into anaphylactic shock.”

Nicholas didn’t even look at me. He kept his gaze locked on Jessica, his expression softening into something sickeningly adoring.

“Jessica has impeccable taste, Olive,” he said coldly. “If she says the tart is better, then we serve the tart. Thomas can simply not eat it.”

The serving Omegas in the corner shifted uncomfortably, keeping their heads bowed. They knew this was wrong. They knew I was being erased in my own home.

Jessica smirked, her fingers drifting up to touch her bare neck, tracing the skin where a mate mark would go. “See, sister? An Alpha needs a partner with vision. Not just… a housekeeper.”

***

The Harvest Feast was supposed to be a celebration of our pack’s prosperity. Instead, it became the stage for my execution.

The banquet hall was bathed in golden candlelight, the air thick with the smell of roasted meats and wine. I wore my ceremonial gown, a deep red velvet that used to be Nicholas’s favorite. I held my head high, ignoring the whispers that trailed in my wake.

But when I reached the head table, I froze.

There were two high-backed chairs at the center, reserved for the Alpha and his Luna.

Jessica was sitting in mine.

She looked radiant in silver, preening as she leaned into Nicholas. He was whispering something in her ear, his hand resting possessively on her thigh beneath the tablecloth. I didn't need to see it; my heightened senses picked up the mingling of their pheromones—his musk and her vanilla—creating a stench of betrayal that made my wolf howl in agony.

“Nicholas,” I said, my voice trembling but loud enough to be heard by the nearby Elders. “That is my seat.”

The chatter at the nearby tables died down.

Nicholas looked up, annoyed. “Don’t make a scene, Olive. There’s a chair for you at the end.”

He pointed to a simple wooden chair at the far edge of the platform, past the Betas and the Gammas. It was a spot reserved for visiting dignitaries of lower rank, or disgraced relatives.

“I am your wife,” I said, my voice cracking. “I am the Luna of this pack. I will not sit in the shadows while my sister warms my seat.”

I took a step forward, my wolf pushing me to fight, to claim what was ours.

Nicholas’s eyes flashed a dangerous, glowing gold. The air in the room grew heavy, the pressure dropping instantly.

**“SIT.”**

The Alpha Command hit me like a physical hammer.

It wasn’t a request. It was a psychic blow that bypassed my will and crushed my wolf into submission. My knees buckled, hitting the hardwood floor with a sickening crack. A whimper tore from my throat as my body betrayed me, forcing me to crawl toward the wooden chair at the end of the table.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and humiliating. The entire pack watched in stunned silence as their Alpha forced his mate to her knees.

Jessica didn’t look away. She watched me crawl, a small, victorious smile playing on her lips, while Nicholas returned his hand to her leg, dismissing me as if I were nothing more than a unruly pet.