The Dark Witch Forced the Alpha to Cheat on Me

A year had passed, and under the Moon Goddess' constant guidance, our pack and family flourished in happiness and peace.

Motherhood with Timothy has been an adventure—challenging yet deeply fulfilling. I've never felt more complete, especially having Elija by my side.

Each month, we've cherished every moment as our pup grows; the first time he sat up, his first laugh, and his first steps.

We were also there when Timothy's first word, "Mom," filled the room—the sweetest sound I had ever heard. Elija, of course, beams with pride, seeing how Timothy starts to resemble him more with each passing day.

Life has been incredibly kind to us lately, and if it were up to me, I would want nothing to change…

A week had passed since we celebrated Timothy's first birthday, and already, I was planning to return to my weekend tutorial sessions with the Omega kids, even with the new magic university now open.

While Timothy plays quietly in his crib, I picked up another book of magic, trying to find new magic lessons for the kids. I chose the thickest book on the shelf and started flipping through its pages, until a particular topic caught my attention…

The dark witches.

I read a few more lines about these creatures, feeling equally amazed and terrified. Sure, there's a lot about their heritage that an average wolf has yet to discover.

Still lost in the pages, my thoughts drifted to my half-sister who carries the blood of a powerful dark witch. She got it from her mother.

Just then, one of our trusted maids came to take Timothy for his feeding, leaving me alone with my thoughts…

Helen Brook—my half-sister and I, grew up side by side.

Despite sharing the same luxuries, she often couldn't escape the judgmental eyes of our pack as her lineage of dark witches was a thing everyone knew.

It followed and haunt her like a ghost.

I saw how much Helen suffered from bullying, how other students avoided her throughout high school.

As her sister, I felt it was my responsibility to protect and defend her. I told everyone that despite her witch blood, Helen is a kind-hearted wolf who, like anyone else, just wants friends.

But my efforts didn't change much.

At first, Helen wasn't deeply affected by her bullies. She used to say that as long as she had me, everything would be okay. So, I made sure to stay by her side, never wanting her to feel alone.

But things started to change between us when we reached our senior year…

Helen started developing feelings for Harry, one of the most popular wolves in our university. She asked me to help her catch his attention, hoping he'd invite her to the university prom. Though I was hesitant, I did everything I could to make him notice her. But our plans didn't quite work out.

"So, Harry, this is my sister, Helen," I started, trying to ease into it. "You should get to know her. She's beautiful, inside and out. She's—"

Before I could finish, Harry stepped forward and wrapped me in a firm embrace—yes, right in front of Helen.

"Alara, stop trying to make me like your sister," He said, his voice low but steady. "She might be pretty, she might be kind, but you knew from the beginning that it's you I care about. Why not give me a chance to show you how real my feelings are? Besides, how could I like someone with a… dark witch blood?" His voice became weaker.

That day, I saw the tears welling in Helen's eyes before she turned and ran away. Since then, I've distanced myself from Harry, hoping it might mend things between Helen and me. But no matter how hard I try, the rift between us only deepens.

Jealousy and resentment have crept into the spaces where our friendship and bond once prospered.

"Helen… Please, talk to me. I'm not used to us being this way. Can't you see that I'm completely ignoring Harry now? Hurting you was never my intention!" I pleaded, my voice cracking.

Helen met my eyes, her gaze filled with pain. Then, she slapped me across the face.

"Don't you understand, Alara? This isn't just about Harry," She spat. "How does it feel, growing up surrounded by love and admiration? I wouldn't know, because my whole life, you were the only one who cared for me. All I ever got from everyone else was neglect and judgment. I'm tired of being feared while I watch everyone shower you with affection."

Tears spilled from my eyes as I whispered, "But you told me that as long as we had each other… everything would be alright…"

Helen wiped her tears roughly. "That was when we were kids, Alara! Back then, I thought having you was enough. But now, as teenagers, I realize there's more to life than just our friendship. Damn it, I'm jealous! I'm jealous of the friends you have, of how the boys at school fall over themselves just to be near you. I'm jealous that you're the favorite, that you get to live freely, without hesitation or fear of judgment!"

"I'm sorry, Helen—"

Her face twisted with pain and anger. "I hate you, Alara! I hate you as much as I hate this cursed dark witch blood!" She yelled before slapping me again.

That moment was just the beginning of her hatred and jealousy. Despite all my efforts to rekindle our friendship, our bond, our sisterhood, Helen's resentment only deepened with time, until nothing remained between us but negativity.

Lost in thought, I was pulled back by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in, it's open!" I called, quickly adjusting my hair and sitting up straight.

The door opened, and a maid stepped in, bowing respectfully. "Luna Alara, the pack's messenger is here. He's waiting for you in the receiving area."