My Beta Mate Never Touched Me: He Marked My Half-Sister Instead

17 hours later, I stood before the mirror in the guest suite, applying lipstick like war paint. I wore a gown of midnight blue silk—my mother’s favorite color. It was backless, elegant, and regal.

If this was to be my execution, as Gavin had planned, I would face it looking like a queen.

The Grand Ballroom of the Thorne Estate was already packed with the werewolf elite from across the nation. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the sea of tuxedos and designer gowns. I spotted Alpha leaders from the Northern Territories and business moguls from the Coast. Richard had pulled out all the stops for his 50th birthday.

I kept my head high as I descended the grand staircase. Heads turned. Whispers followed.

"Is that Valerie?"

"She looks pale."

"Haven't you heard? The rumors about the succession..."

I ignored them all, my eyes scanning the crowd for the vipers in my nest. I found them near the stage. Gavin, looking devastatingly handsome in a black velvet tuxedo, his hand resting possessively on the small of Melody’s back. And my father, Richard Thorne, holding a glass of champagne, laughing at something Melody whispered.

They looked like a perfect family. A family that had excised me like a tumor.

I began to make my way toward them, the asset transfer documents hidden in my clutch. I would throw them in their faces. I would scream their treason to the high ceiling.

But before I could take another step, the room went dark. A single spotlight cut through the gloom, illuminating my father on the stage.

"Welcome, friends, pack members, honored guests," Richard’s voice boomed, amplified by the microphone. "Tonight is a celebration of half a century of life, yes. But more importantly, it is a celebration of the future of the Crescent-Thorne legacy."

He paused, his eyes sweeping the room until they landed—briefly, dismissively—on me.

"For years, we have hoped. We have prayed to the Moon Goddess," Richard continued, his tone shifting to one of practiced sorrow. "But we must face reality. My eldest daughter, Valerie, has reached her twenty-fifth year without the awakening of her wolf."

A murmur rippled through the crowd. To be a latent wolf at my age was a stigma, a tragedy.

"It is a genetic defect," he declared, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence. "One that makes her unfit to carry the heavy burden of the Thorne legacy. A pack cannot be led by the weak."

My breath hitched. He was doing it. He was publicly dismantling me before I could even speak.

"However," Richard’s voice brightened, "the Goddess provides. It is my great honor to announce that recent medical evaluations have confirmed that my other daughter, Melody, possesses S-class fertility and a dormant wolf of exceptional power."

He gestured to the side of the stage. Melody stepped into the light, wearing a dress of shimmering gold, feigning surprise and humility.

"Therefore," Richard raised his glass, "I hereby declare Melody as the sole heir to the Thorne estate and the Crescent family assets!"

The applause was polite but confused. I stood frozen in the shadows, the betrayal cutting deeper than any knife. But the nightmare wasn't over.

"And," Richard added, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "to secure our future, we need a strong Alpha to guide her."

Gavin stepped onto the stage.

The room went silent as Gavin took the microphone. He looked out at the crowd—at his friends, his business partners, and finally, at me. There was no love in his eyes. Only cold, calculating ambition.

"My friends," Gavin said, his voice smooth as silk. "I have served this family faithfully. But a man cannot serve two masters, and he certainly cannot live a lie."

He turned to Melody, dropping to one knee.

The collective gasp of the audience sucked the air out of the room. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

From his pocket, Gavin produced a ring box. He flipped it open, and the spotlight caught the fire of a massive, vintage sapphire surrounded by diamonds.

My knees nearly buckled. That was *my* mother’s ring. The ring my father had promised would be mine when I truly came of age.

"Melody," Gavin said, loud enough for the back of the room to hear. "You are the mother of my unborn child. You are the true mate my wolf has been calling for. Will you marry me and take your rightful place as my Luna?"

*Unborn child.*

The words shattered the last fragile remnants of my composure. He had told me his abstinence was out of respect for my "delicate condition." He had held me, kissed my forehead, and told me he would wait for me forever.

And all the while, he had been bedding my sister.

"Yes!" Melody squealed, tears of joy streaming down her face—an Oscar-worthy performance. "Yes, a thousand times yes!"

Gavin slid my mother’s ring onto her finger. The crowd erupted into applause, the sound deafening, suffocating.

I didn't realize I was moving until I was halfway up the stairs to the stage.

"Stop!"

My voice was raw, a scream torn from the bottom of my soul. The applause died instantly. The orchestra faltered into silence.

Gavin turned, his face hardening as he saw me. "Valerie. Don't make a scene."

"A scene?" I laughed, a broken, hysterical sound. I climbed the last steps, standing before them in my midnight blue gown, trembling with a rage so potent it felt like poison. "You just proposed to my sister with *my* mother's ring, while still married to me!"

"Our marriage was a mistake," Gavin sneered, dropping the facade. He stepped closer, towering over me, using his Alpha presence to try and cow me. "Look at you. You're broken. Barren. You can't even shift. Melody carries my pup. She is the future. You are the past."

Richard stepped forward, shoving a stack of papers into my chest. "Sign these, Valerie. Now. Divorce papers and the asset transfer. Do it quietly, and we'll give you a small allowance. Enough to live out your days in obscurity."

"And if I don't?" I whispered, looking from my father to my husband.

"Then you leave with nothing," Richard hissed. "Not even the name on your back."

I looked at the papers. Then I looked at the crowd—hundreds of eyes watching the "defective" daughter being put down like a sick dog.

Something inside me snapped. It wasn't a wolf waking up. It was something older. Darker.

"I will never sign away my mother's legacy to you vultures," I said, my voice surprisingly steady.

Gavin’s hand shot out, grabbing my upper arm with bruising force. "You ungrateful bitch. After everything we did to tolerate you—"

He shook me, hard. My head snapped back.

Instinct took over. Pure, feral rage.

I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his forearm.

It wasn't a nip. I bit down with everything I had, tasting the metallic tang of his blood, feeling the skin tear.

"Argh!" Gavin roared, trying to shake me off, but I held on, my jaw locked.

I pulled back, blood staining my lips, and looked him dead in the eye. The copper taste in my mouth seemed to unlock a wordless power coursing through my veins.

"I, Valerie of House Crescent," I screamed, my voice echoing with a strange, harmonic distortion that made the chandeliers tremble, "reject you, Gavin Lodge!"

Thunder cracked outside, shaking the very foundations of the manor. The lights flickered and exploded, showering the stage in sparks.

"I curse your union!" I shouted over the rising wind that suddenly howled through the room, blowing open the heavy terrace doors. "I curse your stolen fortune! Let the name of Crescent burn in your mouths until it turns to ash!"

Gavin stumbled back, clutching his chest, his face turning an impossible shade of gray. "What... what did you do?" he gasped, falling to his knees as if an invisible weight had crushed him.

The Rejection Vow. The old magic. The kind they said had died out centuries ago.

Richard looked at me with genuine fear for the first time in his life. Then, his face twisted into a snarl.

"Guards!" he bellowed. "Get this witch out of here! She is no daughter of mine! Strip her of the Thorne name! She is rogue!"

Four large security guards rushed the stage. I didn't fight them. I didn't have the strength left. The burst of power had left me hollowed out.

They dragged me through the stunned crowd, past the whispering elites, and threw me out the front doors.

I landed hard on the wet gravel. The storm I had summoned was raging now, rain coming down in sheets.

"And don't come back!" one of the guards shouted, tossing a bag at me—my few personal belongings.

The heavy oak doors slammed shut, sealing the warmth and light inside, leaving me in the cold, dark night.

I lay there for a moment, the rain mingling with the blood on my lips and the tears on my face. I had no money. No husband. No family. No name.

But as I looked up at the stormy sky, watching the lightning tear through the clouds, I knew one thing.

I wasn't defective.

I pushed myself up, my hands scraping against the stones.

I was dangerous.