My Stepsister Stole My Mating? I'll Take Everything Back

The night before the mating ritual, my stepsister Isla Hamilton pleaded to share my manor, vowing sisterly secrets under the full moon.

Her eyes, a swirling storm of false sincerity, held mine as she whispered promises of unity.

Little did I know, her words were as poisonous as the wolfsbane she'd soon slip into my cup.​

When I jolted awake, her scent lingered in the room. She'd stolen my luna's gown, a masterpiece of silk and silver thread, and slunk into Marquis Thorne's carriage.

I could still hear her howling triumph as she posed as me, her voice echoing through the night like a death knell.​

In my past life, I raged at the betrayal, storming the mating hall with fire in my eyes.

Isla, the picture of innocence, feigned shame.

She lunged for a stone pillar, as if ready to throw herself to her doom.

But Thorne-her alpha, the man who was supposed to be my mate-blocked her, growling that her unborn pup must be born pureblood.

"Join my pack as a secondary luna if you crave my manor," he sneered, his eyes cold and calculating. When Isla "fell" during our scuffle, claiming I'd harmed her litter, Thorne banished me to the pack's holy manor.

I was forced to pray for his heir, while she became Luna, bore an alpha son, and earned a moonstone title.

I wasted away in that stone prison, my spirit broken and my heart shattered.​

Now I jerk awake, heart pounding like a drum.

Outside, mating howls rise.

"Fetch the second daughter to the alpha's carriage!"

The mating priestess bursts in, her ceremonial robes flaring like a wildfire.

At the sight of me, she recoils like a wolf scented with silver, howling in horror.

"First Daughter Aurora! Why do you linger here?"

Cousins and elders flood the threshold, their voices a cacophony of confusion and accusation. "Where is Isla? Did she climb into the carriage?"

Aunts gasp, their hands flying to their mouths in shock.

My stepmother, Madeline, rushes in, her palm flying to her throat.

"Aurora! You've shamed the pack! If you spurned Alpha Marquis Thorne, speak up-how could you trick your sister into this charade?"

Her words are like a whip, lashing out at me with cruel intent.

I catch the triumphant gleam in her eye-the same hunger that drove her to plot with Isla in my past life, when they stole my mating to secure Isla's place in Thorne Manor.​

Father, fighting on the borderlands, couldn't attend.

Madeline, mistress of Hamilton Manor, had convinced him I'd grown willful, that I'd bullied Isla into the substitution.

"She forced your sister," she'd howled in her missives,

"then dishonored both packs by raging at the ceremony."​

This life, I won't let her twist the truth.

I clutch my head, letting my knees buckle.

"Isla. she gave me a wolfsbane soup last night."

My voice trembles, faking delirium.

"I've never slept so deep. My skull feels split by a lunar eclipse."

Gasps ripple through the manor, a wave of shock and disbelief.​

My aunt lunges to catch me, her eyes filled with pity and anger.

"My poor cub! You've been betrayed by your own sister-she's stolen your mating to Thorne Manor!"

Madeline snarls, her mask of concern slipping.

"Lies! Isla is pure of heart-she'd never-"​

I point to the empty goblet, my hand shaking with rage and determination.

"Aunt, have the soup checked. I refuse to believe Isla would drug me. but this stupor is not natural."

Inside, I'd sprinkled moonflower pollen- enough to daze a young wolf.

Aunt Everen snatches the goblet, shoving it under Madeline's nose.

"You're Isla's dam. With your daughter now mated to a marquis, I trust you no more than a rabid coyote. Summon a healer from the Bloodroot manor-now!"

The healer arrives like a bolt of lightning, shattering the charged silence that had settled over the room.

His nose twitches over the goblet, a menacing growl rumbling from deep within his chest. "Westland moonvine dust," he snarls.

"This dosage-had she drunk it last night, waking at all is a lunar blessing. Expect skull-pains for two moons. I'll mix a willow-bark poultice."

The room seems to shrink under the weight of his pronouncement, and a suffocating silence follows

I tilt my head, letting my pelt pale to an ashen hue, a mask of vulnerability.

"Why would Isla do this? If she craved Marquis Thorne over alpha Morgan, she could have asked Father-I would have yielded. Why defile our pack's mating ritual?"

My voice cracks with pain, a howl of anguish that rips through the silence.

"What of our manor's honor? If Thorne reports this to the Royal Pack. do you want silver collars, Mother?"

Stepmother Hazel's eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted into a mask of hatred.

"Aurora, as elder sister-" she begins, her voice dripping with venom.​

"Spare me," I snarl, my eyes narrowing into slits.

"You want me to lie: say I begged Isla to take my place? To let her get my mating and my dowry?"

Aunt Rowan, the mate of House Everen, spits at Hazel's feet, a show of defiance.

"You dare ask the true luna to crouch? You've starved her of alpha favor for years, and now this treachery!"

Her voice is a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of the manor.

"My sister left Aurora a dowry of moonstones and silver-you'll not let Isla paw it!"

Hazel bares her throat in mock submission. "This is Hamilton manor business, Everen. The Beta is away; I rule here."

I rise to my full height, blocking her path like a mountain.

"Which dowry did Isla take? The one with my mother's moonstone comb? Or the rags you stuffed for her?"

Hazel flinches, her mask slipping for a moment.

"Sisters share-" she stammers, her voice weak.​

"Lies!"

Aunt Rowan's howl shakes the rafters.

"My sister's dowry holds royal gifts! You'll return every piece, or I'll howl to the Royal Pack."

I rest a hand on her shoulder, a silent gesture of gratitude.

Turning to the priestess, I ask,

"Alpha Morgan waits outside, yes?"

When she nods, I square my shoulders, steeling myself for what's to come. "Fetch him. I have words for the alpha."​

Grayson Morgan strides in like a force of nature, his battle-scared pelt glinting in the light.

I bare my throat in a show of submission, a sign of trust.

"My stepsister stole my mating. If you'll have me, I'll wear your luna's mark."

He bows, a sign of respect. "I honor your father's war scars. But are you sure-"​

"Positive," I growl, my eyes locked on Hazel's.

"But first, help me reclaim what's mine. The dowry Isla stole. it holds a moonstone vital to my mother's spirit."

In Thorne Manor's great hall, where the moonlit mating ceremony still lingered, Isla Hamilton and Marquis Asher Thorne had just sealed their bond.

As they turned to enter the alpha's manor, my aunt and I stormed across the threshold.

"Hold, Marquis," I howled, my voice echoing off the stone walls.