While I was Abducted, the Alpha was with My Half-sister — Novel

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In a world where loyalties shift like the wind, Ivy finds herself trapped between the shadows of betrayal and the glimmers of hope. Her marriage to Alpha Ethan was supposed to unite their packs, but two years later, it feels more like a prison. As she navigates the suffocating silence of their home, every rose he offers serves as a painful reminder of the love she thought would grow—a love that now seems destined for someone else.

When her estranged past collides with her present, Ivy must confront the truth of her own lineage and the feelings she buried deep. With her half-sister Farah back in the picture, vying for Ethan's affection, the stakes couldn't be higher. Can Ivy reclaim her identity and escape the suffocating ties of her marriage before it's too late? Or will her heart lead her to the one who once offered everything, now cloaked in resentment?

As Ivy grapples with her decisions, the tension between duty and desire mounts. With the clock ticking and the wolf within her restless, will she find the strength to break free, or will she remain a mere shadow in someone else's story?

While I was Abducted, the Alpha was with My Half-sisterChapter 1

Ivy’s POV

I could smell the scent of red roses before I even stepped into the dining hall. It wafted in from the hallway—faint but cloying, triggering an itch in my throat and a sting in my wolf’s nose. My wolf, whimpered low inside me.

He did it again. He never remembered. After two years of marriage, Alpha Ethan still couldn’t recall that my wolf hated roses. The pollen sent her into sneezing fits, and the scent only agitated her. But Farah loved them. Of course she did.

I swallowed the tightness in my throat and pushed open the grand oak door to the pack house’s formal dining room. Inside, the table was already set—steak, greens, a bottle of aged red wine—and at the center of the table was a sad bouquet of red roses, half-wilted, petals already drooping like they couldn’t wait to die.

Alpha Ethan looked up from his seat with a wide, oblivious grin. “There you are,” he said smoothly, standing to approach me with something clasped in his hand. “Happy second anniversary, Ivy.”