Mated To My Sister’s Alpha Fiance

Chapter 35
Daisy
The next day, I head to practice with Sabrina. Lola still isn’t well enough to leave the hospital. Yato, however, promised me he would keep a close eye on her. Lola hasn’t met him, but I’m certain the sneaky wind Alpha can watch her without letting himself get seen.
“So, are things still rocky between you and Alpha Xavier?” Sabrina hesitantly asks as she parks her rental car right by the where we will be training.
“Well, we haven’t talked since last night,” I mutter.
“You mean when he kissed you and said you could never be together?”
My heart clenches at that. I’m still confused about that. It’s obvious that Alpha Xavier wants me, yet he is holding himself back. I don’t get it.
“Yeah,” I stare down at my tennis shoes. It would be weird if Alpha Xavier were my sparring partner today.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Sabrina wets her lips, and I follow her gaze. Isabella is glaring at me from outside the car, her arms crossed over her chest. “It looks like your sister is here to challenge you.”
I grimace. “Do I have to?”
She is probably mad that her future husband is into you, but according to rumor, Beta Kit is her true mate.”
This is news to me. “Really?”
Sabrina shrugs. “At least I saw them kissing each other the other day. Pretty sure his hands were down in his pants as well. I think they are screwing each other since Alpha Xavier won’t touch your sister. I heard her complaining about it since she really wants Alpha Xavier.”
“Even though he isn’t her mate.”
“She said Alpha Xavier is hotter and richer than Beta Kit.”
I giggle. “You sure know your gossip.”
She blushes. “I try…”

We step out of the car, Isabella’s glare immediately burning into my skin. She looks as if she’s ready for a fight. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. A fight is exactly what she will get. I’ve waited twenty-one years for this.
“Sister dearest, finally you’ve shown up,” she sneers, giving me a once-over. Her gaze hovers over my clothes, which used to be hers: worn tennis shoes, shorts, and a white T-shirt
Sera growls inside my head. “We can take her.”
‘I know, I agree with her. ‘She used to beat me up when I didn’t have a wolf, and I learned all of her moves. I was good at dodging her then-imagine the difference now.”
A smirk spreads over my lips. “Were you waiting for me?”
“Of course,” Isabella replies, a malicious grin stretching across her face. “I couldn’t wait to show everyone who that it’s only me who is worthy of the Luna title.”
I snort. “Are some pack members not agreeing with that?”
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Chapter 35
Нег eyes narrow. “I’ve heard your wolf is special: white with angelic wings, but don’t let it get to your head. You won’t win against me just because you suddenly have pink eyes,”
“No?” I tease. “I think it boosts my chances.”
“We will see about that!”
As she speaks, I can’t help but notice how her followers flock to Her side, eager to witness the spectacle. Their sneering faces only fuel my determination.
“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” I propose, pointing towards the center of the field.
Isabella’s grin heightens, her eyes filled with an eagerness that is equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. “I couldn’t agree more,” she purrs before charging at me with a speed that would have caught me off-guard if I wasn’t prepared.
But I am.
I dodge easily, using the momentum to spin and knock her off balance. The crowd gasps in surprise as Isabella stumbles, and I can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at their reactions.
“Is that all you got?” I taunt, hoping to get under her skin.
“Not even close,” she retorts, launching herself at me again with an unnerving ferocity.
The fight continues for what feels like hours but could only be minutes. Each of our moves is perfectly matched by the other’s countermove. But there’s something that sets us apart: while Isabella is fighting for dominance and the cheer of the crowd, I am fighting for myself, and that makes all the difference.
As we circle each other once more, our breaths coming out in harsh pants, I see an opening. lets her guard down just enough to give me a chance.
Without hesitation, I seize it.
A brief moment when Isabella
With all the strength I can muster, I throw myself at her one last time. Isabella lets out a surprised yelp as I bring her down onto the ground with me. Before she can recover, I have her pinned underneath me, my hand at her throat.
1 hear the crowd break out into stunned silence before erupting into cheers, but I’m not listening. All that matters is the defeated look in Isabella’s eyes as she realizes she’s lost.
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“You underestimated me,” I say, my voice ringing clear over the crowd’s chant. It isn’t a question or request for validation. It’s a statement of fact and a fair warning for future confrontations: Don’t challenge me again.”
Slowly, I get up from her. Leaving her lying on the ground as I walk away, victorious.