Switched Fates: Claimed by My Sister's Ruthless Alpha

Rhea's POV

The metallic taste of blood in my throat was too real.

I jolted awake in that bedroom cluttered with bike parts. The calendar on the wall was frozen on that date: the Tribal Alliance Marriage Day.

Fuck. I'm back.

And today was the day Maya was supposed to be sent to the Black Moon Pack.

Muffled sobbing came from outside the door.

I kicked the door open. Maya sat on the couch, clutching the marriage notice, tears staining the paper.

In my past life, my foster sister married Zane, Alpha of the Western Black Moon Pack. That bastard was cold as ice, and his "sister" Sienna tortured Maya into a ghost. No marking, no love. She died alone in that frozen pack.

And I? I was married off to the Iron Veil Pack, to an Alpha named Kael. We couldn't stand each other and split up. Later, after Maya's death, I stormed back to the Black Moon Pack to take revenge on Sienna, only to be torn to shreds by her pack of lapdogs.

This lifetime, nobody's making those mistakes again. Not on my watch.

"Stop crying." I walked over and yanked the paper away. "You're not going."

Maya looked up in shock. "Rhea? But the Council of Elders—"

"I'll go." I tore the paper in half. "You stay in the East and marry Kael."

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?!" She shot up. "I'm the adopted daughter—this should be MY responsibility! You're Mom's biological daughter—"

"Exactly because you're my sister," I cut her off, staring into her eyes, "I won't let you walk into a death trap."

"But Zane—"

"I know who he is. The coldest Alpha in the West, with a crying, manipulative bitch at his side." I sneered. "You're too kind to fight that kind of snake. But me? I know how to handle bitches like her."

Maya grabbed my wrist, voice cracking. "Rhea, you can't go! Kael—he's a good Alpha, gentle and considerate. You should be the one marrying him—"

"Give me a break." I shook off her hand. "Me and that bookworm? He wants a gentle, virtuous Omega. I want to strip engines. We'd torture each other."

"But—"

"No more buts." I locked eyes with her, enunciating every word. "Maya, I know you and Kael are in love."

Her face went deathly pale.

"You've been suppressing it your whole life for the pack alliance. He married me but carved YOUR name into his pocket watch. You're both idiots. Don't make the same mistake twice."

Tears streamed down Maya's face.

"The contract only says the Morrigan family needs to send ONE daughter to Black Moon. Doesn't say which one." I turned to grab my duffel bag. "I'll go to Black Moon. You stay here and build a life with Kael."

She was silent, then removed a necklace—a silver moon pendant from her late parents.

"Take this. It's my parents' protection charm, engraved with the Moon Goddess's blessing." She pressed the necklace into my palm, voice trembling. "Rhea, please—come back alive. Even if you break the engagement, just... stay alive."

A lump formed in my throat.

"Alright, stop crying like I'm heading to my execution." I put on the necklace and patted her shoulder. "I'm not going to die. I'm going to tear people apart. If that bitch tries anything, I'll shred her first."

She laughed through her tears and threw her arms around me. "...Thank you, little sister."

I grabbed my duffel bag and walked out without looking back.

Three days later, I was tearing across the desert highway on my modified bike, Nightshade.

The speedometer hit one-twenty. The engine roared, making my eardrums ache. In the rearview mirror, the Eastern forests vanished, replaced by the West's desolate badlands and rock formations.

On the second evening, a sharp pain shot through the back of my neck—Mom was forcibly summoning me home.

"Mom—don't push me." I gritted my teeth.

"Rhea Morrigan! Turn around and come home THIS INSTANT!" My mother's voice exploded like thunder in my mind. "Have you lost your mind?! You SWITCHED the marriage contract?! Zane will RIP YOU APART!"

"I'd rather he rip ME apart than watch Maya get tortured again!"

"You crazy girl! I picked Kael for YOU! And you insist on going to that hellhole—"

"I WANT to go!" I roared back. "Mom, trust me! I'm not Maya. I won't let anyone step on me!"

I severed the mind-link without hesitation. Searing pain crashed over me like a tidal wave, then receded just as quickly.

Sorry, Mom. But this lifetime, I'm done being the obedient daughter.

On the third night, thirty miles from Black Moon territory, my headlight caught three figures.

Rogue wolves.

Ragged clothes, greedy eyes, reeking of rot and violence.

I didn't slow down. They spread out to surround me. One bared his teeth in a grin. "Pretty little thing, riding alone at night. That's dangerous."

"Move."

"Move?" Another one cackled, reaching for me. "You know what the toll is for using this—"

I gunned the throttle. My rear tire shattered his kneecap. The crack of bone was music to my ears.

Jumped off. Landed. Half-shifted.

Silver claws flashed in the moonlight.

"I said, MOVE."

They lunged.

Five minutes later, two corpses lay in pools of blood. The third dragged his broken leg into the woods.

I stood gasping. A deep gash crossed my shoulder, bone-deep. One rib broken—every breath like a knife twisting. My leather jacket was shredded, my hair matted with blood and dirt, the bandage on my wrist soaked through.

Worst of all—during the fight, those bastards' scents had seeped into my skin. A mix of dirty, rancid pheromones that wouldn't scrub off.

If Maya were here, she'd have fainted. She should've stayed in the East, marrying Kael who'd treat her like treasure.

And me? Covered in blood and filth, reeking of strange rogue wolves, about to meet the strongest Alpha in the West.

Rhea, you really know how to make a first impression.

I climbed back on my bike, tires rolling through the blood, and headed toward Black Moon Pack.

The gates of Black Moon Pack loomed at the edge of the wasteland.

The guards froze—shredded jacket, torn shoulder, hair matted with gore, bandage dripping blood.

Most damning of all—I reeked of two unfamiliar male wolves' pheromones.

In wolf society, that implied something unspeakable.

My wolf stirred—alert, hostile, ready to shred anything that came close. New territory. Strange pack. Bound to be seen as an enemy.

Bring it on.

I was wiping blood off my hands with a rag when a shrill voice rang out from the steps:

"Zane! Oh my God, what IS that smell?"

A petite, curvy Omega emerged from the doorway, dramatically pinching her nose.

"Blood, sweat, and—and other male wolves' scents! More than one! Jesus... you didn't get violated by rogues on the road, did you?"

I looked up.