The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 01

The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 01

First thing me and my sister did when we came back to life?

Swapped fiancés.

Last life, she married Draven Icefang—coldest Alpha in the north. Forty years, and the bastard never marked her.

She was just… furniture in his pack house. Luna on paper, but invisible everywhere else.

Me? I drew Aldric Ironvale.

That asshole thought women were ornaments—pretty little things that shouldn’t talk back.

I fixed his jaw with one punch.

Eight months later, he limped off to Eastwatch, and I cracked open a bottle to celebrate.

Then we blinked—and boom.

Twenty-two years old again. Engagement morning.

But this time?

I’m taking the contract who broke my sister.

And the Alpha who broke her?

I’m gonna lay him flat—then make him crawl back for seconds.

Lark pushed open the door and stopped when she saw the duffel already slung over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Switching.”

I pulled the zipper shut.

“You go east. I’ll take the north.”

“Raven, you can’t.”

“Why not?”

I hitched the bag higher.

“Father’s contract says a Blackthorn daughter marries an Icefang son. It doesn’t say which daughter.”

I held her gaze.

“You really wanna lose another forty years to him?”

She went quiet.

Her eyes reddened almost instantly.

She remembered.

So did I.

“He’s an Alpha,” she said, lowering her voice. “His crew will eat you alive.”

“Let them try. I’ve got teeth too.”

“And Seraphine…”

She couldn’t finish.

“I know about her.”

I grabbed the car keys off the wall.

“That’s exactly why I need to go. You’re too soft with people like her. She’ll walk all over you.”

I headed for the door.

“She won’t get that chance with me.”

Lark caught my wrist.

“Raven…”

“Enough.”

I turned back to her.

“If it works out, great. If it doesn’t, I’ll tear up the contract and come home.”

I gave her hand a squeeze.

“I’m not gonna die.”

She stared at me for a moment, fighting with herself.

Then she pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending you money.”

Her fingers moved across the screen before I could stop her.

“All of it.”

“Lark, I don’t need your money.”

“You’re driving halfway across the country alone to marry that lunatic in my place.”

She looked up.

Her eyes were still red, but her voice had steadied.

“Don’t argue with me. It’s the least I can do.”

My throat tightened.

I reached for her phone, but the transfer had already gone through.

“…You cry at the drop of a hat, but when it counts, you move fast.”

She laughed.

Some of the tension finally left her face.

That had been two days ago.

I left in the middle of the night with everything I owned packed into my truck.

By sunrise, the eastern pines were shrinking in my rearview mirror.

My phone rang for the seventh time.

Mom.

I answered.

“Raven Blackthorn, turn that car around right now or I swear I’ll…”

“Mom, I left a note on the fridge.”

“You stole your sister’s engagement and ran off, and you think a note makes that okay? Are you out of your mind? After everything I did to raise you…”

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

“Don’t you dare…”

I hung up.

Felt like shit about it.

She’d forgive me.

Probably.

Worst case, I’d mail her some premium cigarettes and wait until she stopped threatening to disown me.

Either way, I wasn’t turning around.

Not this time.

The drive took three days.

The highway narrowed into a mountain road, then a dirt track, then something that barely qualified as a road at all.

Thirty miles from Icefang territory, my radiator hose blew.

Of course it did.

No signal. No cars. Just me, a dead truck, and enough forest to hide a body for a century.

Took two hours to get the damn thing running again.

By then, my arms were slick with oil, my hair smelled like diesel, and two nails had split straight down the middle.

Everything hurt.

I looked like I’d crawled out from under a wreck.

Lark would’ve lost her mind by now. That’s why she belonged in the east.

Her fiancé was probably the kind of guy who’d wrap her in blankets if she sneezed twice.

Me?

I was about to meet the most feared Alpha in the north looking like I’d spent the afternoon inside an engine.

Fantastic.

Couldn’t have planned a better first impression if I’d tried.

By the time I reached the Icefang border checkpoint, I was sitting on the hood of my truck with my legs dangling, wiping grease off my arms with an old rag.

The two guards had been staring at me for at least a full minute.

Neither said anything.

Fair enough. I looked like I’d just fought an engine block and barely won.

My wolf was restless beneath my skin. New territory always put her on edge, and Icefang land felt different from home. Sharper. Colder. Like the whole place was waiting to see what I’d do wrong.

Someone here was bound to test me sooner or later.

I almost hoped they would.

I was still scrubbing at a streak of oil when a woman’s voice carried over from the main gate.

High and nasal enough to make me wince.

“Draven, what is that smell?”

A beat of silence.

“Is that oil? Oh my God, is that sweat?”

I looked up.