My Sister’s Alpha

Scarlett Heat

NAIDIRA POV

"You bastard!" he screamed, his jaw clenching as he prepared to launch an attack on Orion.

Amon's neck was dripping from the spot where Orion had dug his claws, barely missing his carotid artery-a feeling crept over me that Orion missing it had been intentional. Amon's blood had splashed onto my face, dripping down my neck.

The shrieks of the terrified audience snapped me back to reality. Amon was now barely inches away from the extremely calm but furious Orion. Goosebumps ran over my skin as his arms raised for what was going to be a lethal strike.

My voice, which had been caught in my throat, finally broke free from its chains. "Stop," I said, but it was barely above a whisper, so faint that even I could hardly hear myself.

"Stop! Both of you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, fear clawing at my chest at what might happen if these two fought. I knew Amon's strengths firsthand—he wasn't a lone wolf that could be trifled with. But the Orion from a few seconds ago wasn't someone to be manhandled either. He emitted the aura of death itself.

The entire office would be thrown into chaos.

I took two long steps closer to them.

Amon had grabbed Orion's shirt, anger boiling within him. I held his face, turning him away from Orion to look at me.

"Please... let-" My voice grew panicked when I saw the bleeding. "You're bleeding."

Amon's hands fell from Orion's shirt.

This time, I turned toward Orion, whose eyes were now glowing red with frustration.

"Let's talk," I muttered, giving one last glance at Amon, whose surprise at my words slowly morphed into something else.

I walked out of the company building with Orion following closely behind.

Once we got to the garage, I realized I had come with Amon's car. At that moment, I wasn't willing to go back into the office to get it or let Orion drive me straight into a moving truck given his mood.

I turned to face him. "Where's your car?"

Orion didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the car so I could identify it by the sound. Then he threw the key at me as if he already understood my intention.

I caught it effortlessly and made my way to his car—a black Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. I had to take a deep breath before revving the engine, which came alive with a soft purr.

I wasn't poor, but Orion's car was definitely making me feel that way.

Orion got into the passenger seat, banging the door shut.

I pulled out of the garage and drove into the busy city.

I glanced at Orion—a big mistake. I found him staring intently at me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, but that wasn't enough to push away the awareness that he was still staring. So I turned on the radio, soft jazz flooding the car and quietly along with the tune.

"Still your favorite?"

"Hm?" I asked. Not that I hadn't heard his question, but I hadn't expected him to know. "Ah... yes." I answered.

Minutes later, we pulled up at Swiss bar, one of Julie's frequent hangouts, so I felt a little more comfortable having the conversation here.

We took seats at one of the stools as the bar attendant walked toward us with a small menu. She handed it to Orion while bending awkwardly so that her already visible cleavage was now fully on display for him.

A slight growl rose within me that I tried to ignore—but I was far too impatient.

"Get us the Scarlett," I blurted, naming a random drink I'd constantly heard Julie rave about.

The attendant shot me a smirk that made her look like a fox before retreating.

I turned to face Orion. "You wanted my attention. Now you have it."

Orion peeled his gaze away from his fingers. "Would you promise not to flare up?" he asked.

"It depends."

The attendant returned with two glasses filled with a dark red liquid that glistened under the bright neon light, each with a lemon tucked in the glass rim.

She placed Orion's carefully on the table while roughly pushing mine onto the uneven surface before striding off.

"I want you to come back home with me." He said after a while.

A scoff escaped my lips. "Home? And where's that?"

"Moonfire," he muttered quietly—to himself more than to me—as if he knew the weight that word had on me.

I took a sip of the drink, the crisp taste of the wine touching my tongue before turning smooth and velvety.

"Naidira?" He said after I refused to answer.

"If I remember correctly, you vowed to execute me if I ever returned to that pack...now you want me back? Is this your ploy to kill me?"

"It's nothing like that. No one is going to lay a hand on you." His eyes pleaded, but they were the same eyes I had begged on my knees to believe me-yet he hadn't.

"I'm not scared of anyone harming me anymore... I'm not scared of rejection... I don't feel the pressure of not being connected with my wolf. You know why?" I gulped down the rest of the wine.

His eyebrow raised.

"Because I do not f*****g care about you anymore. You are not my Alpha and certainly not my mate anymore...Orion," I muttered plainly.

Orion's eyes widened, as if he was only now realizing that I hadn't been calling him the way I used to.

"So you don't get to appear in my life like nothing happened and demand that I return to that place."

For the first time, there was a slight crack in his voice.

" I had no choice. You accused her falsely."

Orion's words elicited a chuckle from me as a slow rising heat crept from my hands up to my neck.

"Falsely..." I repeated.

Before I could say anything about how stupid and blind he had been, Orion's next words sealed my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry for everything I put you through, Naidira. I know you might not be able to forgive me, but just know that I'm genuinely sorry."

I swallowed the hard lump forming in my throat. The heat on my neck became so suffocating that I had to unbutton the sleeves of my dress.

"I could have died that night," I whispered, my voice becoming unnecessarily throaty.

But then I made the mistake of glancing at Orion. His eyes were fixated on my dress.

I followed his gaze and realized the extreme cleavage I had created by loosening my buttons.

Heat spread through my body, and I couldn't tell anymore if it was the earlier warmth or pure embarrassment.

Quickly, I tried to button it back up, but Orion's hand shot out to stop me, his voice just as throaty as mine.

"Don't... please."

The place where his hand touched me burned, and that strange feeling stirring within me crept back again- overwhelming yet strangely welcome, something I couldn't ignore.

Instinctively, my body moved closer to his. His hand brushed my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he leaned toward my face, gently caressing my cheek.

The longer the moment stretched, the harder it became to breathe. Our faces were barely inches away from each other, Orion's eyes staring intently into mine.

"I think you ordered the wrong wine," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I blinked, flustered.

"The full name is Scarlett Heat."

Orion smirked, but the smirk soon turned into something raw as his lips crashed onto mine.