My Sister Couldn’t Tame Her Alpha? Fine. I’ll Do It! Chapter 01

My Sister Couldn’t Tame Her Alpha? Fine. I’ll Do It! Chapter 01

First thing my sister and I did after coming back to life?

We swapped fiancés.

Last time around, she married Corvax Wintermaw.

Coldest Alpha in the north. Forty years, and he never marked her once. She lived on his turf like a piece of furniture-had the title, zero respect.

Me? I got stuck with Hadrian Forgeborn.

An Alpha who thought women should sit pretty and keep their mouths shut.

I taught him how to shut his once-with my fist.

Eight months later he fucked off to some eastern outpost, and I cracked open a bottle to celebrate.

But then we blinked-and boom.

Twenty-two years old. Morning of the engagement ceremon

Second chance, same bullshit contracts.

But this time?

I’m taking the contract she couldn’t handle.

And the Alpha who broke her?

I’m gonna knock him on his ass-and make him beg me for more.

Avelina pushed the door open and found me with my duffel already on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” She stared at my bag.

“Switching.” I yanked the zipper shut. “You go east. I’ll take the north.”

“Thera, you can’t-”

“Why not?” I hoisted the bag higher. “Father’s contract says a Nightveil daughter marries a Wintermaw son. Didn’t specify which daughter.” I looked her dead in the eye. “What you wanna waste another forty years?”

She went quiet. Eyes turned red. She remembered. So did I.

“He’s an Alpha.” Her voice dropped low. “His crew will eat you alive.”

“Let ’em try. I’ve got teeth too.”

“And Auriel-” She couldn’t finish.

“I know about her.” I ripped the car keys off the wall. “That’s exactly why I gotta go. You’re too soft-she’ll walk all

over you. I’m not.”

She grabbed my wrist. “Thera…”

“Enough. If it works out, great. If not, I’ll tear up the contract and drive home. I won’t die.”

She held it in for a while. Then pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Transferring you money.” Her fingers flew across the screen before I could stop her. “All of it.”

“Avelina, I don’t need-”

“You’re driving halfway across the country alone to marry that lunatic in my place.” She looked up at me. Eyes red,

voice steady. “Don’t refuse. It’s the only thing I can do for you.”

My throat went tight. I tried to shove the phone back, but the money was already in my account.

“… You cry easy, but you move fast when it counts.”

She laughed. Looked relieved.

That was two days ago.

I left in the middle of the night. Truck loaded with everything I owned. Eastern pines in the rearview getting smaller

and smaller.

Phone rang for the seventh time. My mom.

“Thera Nightveil, you turn that car around right now or I swear I’ll-”

“Mom, I left a note on the fridge.”

“You steal your sister’s engagement and run off, and think a scrap of paper covers it? Are you sick in the head? After

everything I did to raise you-”

“Mom, I love you. Signal’s bad in the mountains. Gotta go.”

“Don’t you dare-”

I hung up.

Felt like shit. She’d forgive me. Probably. Worst case, I’d mail her some premium cigarettes later.

But I wasn’t turning back. Not this time.

Three days on the road. Highway turned to mountain road, mountain road to dirt track, dirt track to forest. Thirty miles out from Wintermaw territory, the radiator hose blew

No signal. No cars passing by. Just me and a pile of busted metal rotting in the middle of nowhere.

Took two hours to get it running again. By then my arms were slick with oil, hair reeked of diesel, two nails split clean down the middle. Everything hurt. Smelled like I crawled out of a junkyard.

If this were Avelina, she’d be panicking by now. That’s why she belonged in the east-her guy probably wrapped her

in blankets if she sneezed.

Me? Covered in engine grease, about to meet the scariest Alpha in the entire north.

Cool. Nailed that first’impression.

I sat perched on the hood, legs dangling, both arms black as coal. Two guards at the border checkpoint stared at me

forever. Didn’t say a word.

Can’t blame them. I looked like I’d just fistfought an engine block.

My wolf was grinding her teeth, muscles coiled tight. New territory. Someone was definitely gonna have a problem

with me.

Bring it.

I was wiping my arms with a rag when a voice drifted over from the main gate. High-pitched. Nasal. Like someone pinching their nose.

“Corvax, what is that smell? Smells like oil-oh my God, is that sweat?”

I looked up.