“Cynthia, you’re drunk,” he muttered, his voice strained.
“I’m not drunk!” she protested, grabbing him by the collar. “I really like you, Kennard. Can’t you just stay with me tonight instead of going back to my sister?”
Alpha Kennard hesitated. “Alright, alright, I’ll stay here and take care of you tonight.”
The scene inside was full of warmth and intimacy.
I stood at the door, a cold breeze sending shivers through me.
My mate’s betrayal left me with a soul–wrenching pain.
But…
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Looking at the fresh video recorded on my phone, I smiled in satisfaction.
Chapter 9
The day I was discharged from the hospital, no one came to pick me up.
Alpha Kennard claimed he was swamped with pack’s work, Alpha Cynthia was at home perfecting her piano performance for her upcoming birthday gala, and my so–called parents were busy orchestrating the grand celebration for their cherished daughter.
Not for me, of course. Never for me.
The nurse, bless her kind heart, helped me pack my few belongings into a worn bag.
The first thing I did after leaving the hospital wasn’t going home; I hailed a cab and headed straight to The Ambersy Pack’s packhouse.
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When my so–called parents first brought me back into their lives, they’d thrown a grand recognition party, flaunting me as the long–lost daughter of The Ambersy Pack’s Alpha and Luna.
It was all for show.
People marveled at how “lucky” I was to have been found by such loving parents.
But if they truly cared, why had they chosen Alpha Cynthia’s birthday–the most significant day in her social calendar–to hold the event?
Why had they paraded her around, letting her bask in the spotlight, while I stood ignored in the shadows?
That party was nothing more than a tool to
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show off their generosity, and it left scars deeper than any wound.
Still, it served one benefit: everyone in The Ambersy Pack now knew who I was, so getting in was easy.
I went straight to the The Ambersy Pack’s Werewolf Council’s office.
I knocked on the door, and once inside, I laid the pre–printed document on the desk.
The person across from me was initially surprised to see me, but as he read through the document, his expression gradually became serious.
“What are you planning to do? Luna Emma.” he asked.
I met his gaze, unflinching. “It’s difficult, isn’t
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it? Trying to change stupid Alpha Cynthia’s suppression and manipulation. I imagine your job hasn’t been easy, Gamma Bowman.”
He leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowing as he studied me.
“You understand the consequences of this, don’t you? If you go through with this, Alpha Cynthia won’t recover. You’ll destroy her reputation, her position, everything. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“That’s the idea,” I replied, allowing a cold smile to curl my lips.
His fingers drummed against the desk. “You realize this isn’t a game. Once you start this, there’s no turning back.”
“Good,” I said simply. “I’m not interested in turning back.”
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For a moment, Gamma Bowman looked as though he might refuse. Then, his shoulders relaxed, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“So, then,” he said, extending a hand across the desk. “Here’s to a successful partnership.”
As expected, no one welcomed me when I got home.
However, our housekeeper, Helen, warmly greeted me at the door.
Ever since I was identified and brought back, I’ve often brought them food and clothing, so I have a pretty good relationship with the house staff.
“Where are my parents?” I asked casually.
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Chapter 9
Helen gave an awkward smile, “They’re inside helping Alpha Cynthia practice piano.”
I nodded and walked straight to the dining table.
“Helen, I’m hungry. Could you fix me something to eat?”
Quietly, I sat at the table eating. Recently, all my meals have been sent by Alpha Kennard, which I couldn’t really stomach.
This was the first proper meal I’ve had in days.
Unfortunately, some people just can’t stand to see me content.
“Why didn’t you greet me and your mother when you got home? Do you have any
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respect for your parents?“.
A familiar scolding voice intruded.
I pretended not to hear, continuing to eat my meal.
“Bang!”
A large hand slammed down on the table next to me, startling everyone around.
I looked up at the man I was supposed to call my father.
He was glaring at me with such anger that, to him, I seemed more like an enemy than his daughter.
“I haven’t been eating well lately,” I said evenly. “Today’s my first day out of the hospital, and I haven’t seen any concern
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from my parents. I thought it best not to disturb you.”
“You ungrateful child!” he spat, his voice rising. “How dare you blame us? We’ve been busy helping your sister prepare for her birthday performance. It’s an important event!”
Before I could respond, Alpha Cynthia entered the room, her expression smug as she clung to our mother’s arm.
“Yes, sister, Mom and Dad have been so worried about you” she said sweetly, though her words dripped with mockery. “Shouldn’t you at least let them know you’re okay?”
I looked at Alpha Cynthia and the woman
next to her, supposedly my mom—or rather, her mom.
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Together, they made me seem like the ungrateful daughter who couldn’t understand her parents.
But I wasn’t falling for that anymore.
“Is she a pup?” I asked coldly, my voice cutting through their pretense. “Does she not have hands or a brain? Why does she need someone watching her practice piano?”
Their faces turned red, but I wasn’t finished.
“Is watching an able–bodied person play piano more important than picking up your injured daughter from the hospital?”
I sneered at their embarrassed faces.
My father’s face darkened further. “Is that how you talk to your parents? Ungrateful child!”
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I looked at the enraged man, remembering he’d never raised his voice to Alpha Cynthia.
I let out a humorless laugh. “Ungrateful? Ever since I came back, I’ve gone out of my way to take care of you. I’ve researched meals for your health, bought you local ginseng, and used my own money to cover expenses. Has your precious daughter ever done the same?”
“I didn’t want to spend much of the family’s money, so I started working early and used my earnings, even for my startup. Every time I make money, I give half to you. Could she do the same?”
“And every single thing you’ve ever
mentioned liking, have I ever not bought for you? Till now, do you think Alpha Cynthia even knows your preferences?”
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Watching the three of them speechless, I shook my head in self–mockery.
“But she’s your little sister,‘ my mother finally said, her voice shaky. “Cynthia has health issues and deserves more care.”
I stared at my mother, shaking my left arm slightly.
“Take a good look,” I said bitterly. “Who’s in worse shape now?”
The room fell into a heavy silence as I set down my utensils; I couldn’t eat any longer
anyway.
Before leaving, I quietly said to the two bewildered middle–aged people, “Spoiled love will only ruin her, and soon enough, you’ll regret it.”
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I turned and went back to my room, starting to prepare the materials for my plan formally.
I wasn’t fazed anymore, no longer yearning for family or love.
Nothing is as reliable as holding your fate in your own hands.
The days recovering at home passed quickly.
As Alpha Cynthia’s birthday approached, she and my parents were out every day, so I spent my time chatting with the pack worker and resting.
Watching Alpha Cynthia return full of energy every night, I began looking forward to the day just as much as she was.
