A Mafia Alpha, His Omega Sister, and One Hell of a Revenge

He killed her fated mate to keep her.
She ripped his new omega’s baby out to destroy him.
In the Blackwood Pack, love is just another word for war.

Chapter 1

Everyone in the pack knew the love Mafia Alpha Alistair had for me was twisted and ruthless.

After my wolf finally woke up, I met my mate.

When Alistair found out, he slipped into that man's pack in the middle of the night, kidnapped him as a warning, and walked away like it was nothing.

If anyone still wanted to call that family affection, fine.

On the day my mate and I held our marking ceremony, Alistair hacked off both of his hands in front of everyone.

For payback, I drugged Alistair, knocked him out cold, took 365 intimate photos, and blasted them all over every social app I could log into, just to humiliate him.

When he woke up, he didn’t blame me.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, kissed me, and laughed.

He pulled me into his arms and admired my little “masterpieces” one by one.

“No wonder you turned out like this. You’re the rose I raised. Good job. I like you exactly this way.”

I laughed too, and to my own surprise, I thought he had a point.

That night, Alistair and I tried all 365 positions.

I was still his adoptive sister to the world, and his hidden mate in private.

We had been together for eight years. Our bond was strong. No one could come between us.

Until an omega named Sophia showed up at his side, all pure and spotless, the kind of girl who supposedly didn’t even dare to cut raw meat.

On my tenth trip to the hospital for IVF, she stood there cradling her belly and smiled at me.

“You must be Alistair’s adopted sister, Eloise. I heard you kill for him all the time. No wonder you can’t get pregnant.”

I nodded, not taking it to heart.

She knew I liked killing and still showed up to provoke me, so I took it as an invitation.

I let my wolf claws slide out and drew a line across her swollen stomach.

With the stench of blood filling the air, I reached inside and pulled out the half-formed baby.

I snapped a photo and sent it to Alistair.
“I got your birthday present. I really like it.”

Within ten minutes, the massive hospital had been cleared out by Alistair’s wolf guards.

He rushed in, still carrying the metallic reek of blood on him.

“Are you insane?”

“Isn’t this the gift you sent me? I accepted it. Aren’t you happy?”

Alistair’s brows tightened as he stared toward the operating room, his eyes bloodshot.

“Eloise, she’s just a regular omega, young and clueless. Did she really deserve something this brutal?”

“A regular omega? If she’s an omega, then she never should have set foot in the Pack House.”

“She barged in on me. She startled me. I was just defending myself.”

I looked even more innocent than she did.
“Alistair, did I do something wrong?”

“You know I love kids. She came to me pregnant, so I thought she and the thing in her belly were a gift from you.”

I lit a cigarette and held it between my fingers.
“Alistair, why are you so nervous about her? Is she your mistress?”

Alistair didn’t admit it, and the anger drained from his face.

He turned and rushed into the operating room. The girl was screaming her lungs out.

“Alistair! She killed our baby! Kill her, kill her now!”

Alistair took in her split-open abdomen with one look, then scooped her up and charged back to me, his gaze gone feral.

His fangs flashed white.
“Eloise, you went too far.”

I smiled and blew a ring of smoke in his face.
“So what? Are you going to kill me to avenge that bastard?”

I flashed my claws and dragged them across the woman’s smooth, perfect face.
“Or do you want to cut me open too, let her vent a little?”

“Too bad there’s nothing in my belly. You’ll just be disappointed, Alistair.”

By the time I finished talking, I had already torn open the omega’s face. Her screams filled the room.

Alistair’s wolf guards rushed in at once and surrounded me.

Her blood soaked his white cuffs a dark red. He breathed in the scent and suddenly laughed.

“Get out. All of you. I didn’t ask you to come.”

Then he looked at me.
“Eloise, nicely done.”

“You taught me well. I still haven’t mastered killing without spilling blood.”

Back when he first learned to shift, he ripped apart the first guy I ever flirted with.

To force me to bond with him, he wrapped his hand around mine and drove a knife straight into my mate’s heart.

He hated me, and he hated his own father for favoring me, the adopted daughter.

But he also loved me. After our parents died, I was all he had left, a sister only on paper.

His feelings for me were complicated, but underneath it all was a sick need to own me.

Nothing real ever grows out of soil that rotten.

Even his love was just an excuse to watch me, cage me, make sure I never got to be happy.

He once told me, “I don’t need some vague blessing from the Moon Goddess. Your last name is the bond our parents gave me.”

“You already share my name. You were born to be my mate.”

He smeared my hands with blood, taught me how to kill, and trained me bit by bit into exactly what he liked.

Inside and out.

His mark was on every inch of me, and there was no way to scrub it off.

And now he dared to say that omega was the one and only mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for him.

What a joke.

“What, I accepted the gift and you’re still not happy, Alistair?”

“You’re right though. You always liked cutting off people’s arms and legs. I should have made sure she could never get pregnant again. Guess I was being soft. I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

Alistair stared at me for a long time, then finally carried her away.

“Eloise, this won’t end so easily.”

The consequences came faster than I expected.

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