The Alpha's Betrayal Ignited A Monster's Wrath

Mother was utterly terrified. She had her most trusted Gamma bind me and toss me into the wasteland, a place where rogue werewolves roamed and the air reeked of death.

“I don’t have a monster for a daughter,” she spat, her voice trembling with fear and disgust. “No wonder they say twins are cursed—one of them is always a soulless beast!”

“From now on, I only have Georgina as my daughter!”

But three days later, I returned. My clothes were torn, my body caked in dried blood, and in my hand, I clutched the silver wolf pendant Calvin had given me, now stained crimson.

To Mother, I must have looked like a vengeful spirit clawing its way back from the abyss. I tilted my head, a sweet, chilling smile spreading across my face. “Mother, I’m hungry.”

After that, Mother tried repeatedly to kill me.

But every attempt failed, and each time, Georgina would inexplicably fall ill—burning with fever, vomiting, or even struggling to breathe.

When I was on the brink of death, Georgina’s life force would weaken as well.

Mother couldn’t bear to lose her “normal” daughter, so she finally relented, locking me in the hidden chamber of our pack house.

Only later did I learn that Georgina had been intentionally harming herself—running through the woods in the middle of the night, eating wolfsbane—just to share my pain and protect me.

This went on for ten years.

Ten years passed, and Mother never once visited me. Only Georgina came.

She brought me novels to keep me from boredom, stacks of books she bought with her saved allowance.

She gave me a glowing crystal she’d spent months saving for, just so I wouldn’t be afraid of the dark.

Georgina taught me to read, sang to me, and never flinched when I snapped at her in my moments of rage.

Aside from the boy I’d met in the wasteland, Georgina was the only one who ever tried to understand me.

I touched the wolf pendant the boy had given me, a faint sense of nostalgia washing over me for the times we’d hunted rogue werewolves together.

But I preferred being with Georgina. Her scent, a calming mix of lavender and sage, soothed the violent urges that coiled inside me.

This time, though, I waited for a month, and Georgina never came.

The heavy door of the chamber creaked open, and Mother stepped inside—the first time I’d seen her in ten years.

Her face was gaunt, her eyes bloodshot. “Your sister… something’s happened to her.”