White Wolf’s Revenge

Hearing what I said, Alexander laughed in anger. He clearly thought I was playing hard to get.

"Ivy, do you think saying that will make us beg?" he scoffed. "Stop the act. Without us, you're lower than a rat in this pack."

Lucas frowned, wearing an expression that suggested he was being incredibly generous. "Ivy, stop making a scene. Sarah has suffered enough. As her sister, it's only right that you yield the Luna position to her. If you behave, we'll still take care of you."

Take care of me? Like how they tore me and my pup to pieces in my last life?

I opened my mouth to tell them to go to hell, but Sarah suddenly gasped. She clutched her flat stomach, her face flushing a delicate pink.

"Oh... Alex, Lucas..." Her voice trembled with feigned shock. "I felt something... A heartbeat. A tiny spark."

The twins froze.

Werewolf conception is powerful. The father can sense the spark of life almost immediately.

Alexander rushed to her side, pressing his ear against her belly. A second later, his face exploded with ecstasy.

"It's true! A pup! We have an heir!" He roared with laughter, lifting Sarah into the air. "See? This proves it! Sarah is the true White Wolf! Only the White Wolf could conceive an Alpha heir after just one night!"

Lucas looked at me, his expression triumphant. "Ivy, did you hear that? Sarah is carrying the future King. You have no right to argue anymore."

The Alpha King was surprised. He looked at her stomach with awe, then glanced back at me. The absolute certainty he had that I was the only White Wolf wavered in his eyes.

He exchanged a quick, meaningful look with the twins and nodded. He was agreeing to keep her.

He turned to me, his voice dropping to a persuasive, sickeningly reasonable tone. "Ivy, listen. This is an Alpha's pup. We can't just kick her out now."

He took a step closer, trying to look sincere. "Just wait. Let her birth the child. Once the heir is born, you will still be my Luna. You can raise the boy as your own. Sarah will just be a surrogate. It's the best outcome."

I looked at them—at their joy, their cruelty, their utter stupidity.

They thought the White Wolf bloodline was just a title? Just a tool for breeding?

They didn't know that my blood was the only thing keeping the Silver Moon Pack alive. It was a contract between me and the Moon Goddess.

Without my blessing, the prey would rot, the water would dry, and their Alpha strength would wither into nothing. My power cannot be stripped, only given or withheld.

But I wasn't going to warn them. Let them rot.

"Dream on," I said coldly.

I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned and walked away, heading straight for the pack's forbidden grounds—the Core Magic Circle.

I was leaving this hellhole, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed.

In the center of the shimmering magic circle lay a small, white piece of bone. It was my mother's finger bone.

She was the previous White Wolf, and she died protecting this pack. She left me nothing but this bone, which acted as a battery powering the defensive barrier of the territory.

For years, I left it here to protect them, feeding it my own energy. But now? This pack didn't deserve her protection.

I stepped into the circle and picked up the bone. It felt warm in my hand, pulsing with familiar energy.

"Mom, I'm taking you home," I whispered.

"Put that down!"

A roar shattered the silence.

I turned to see Alexander, Lucas, and Sarah standing at the entrance of the sanctuary.

Sarah was leaning heavily on Lucas, looking at the bone in my hand with greedy eyes. "That energy... it feels so warm. Alex, my stomach hurts... the baby needs energy..."

"Ivy!" Alexander stepped forward, his aura flaring. "That artifact belongs to the pack. Hand it over."

"This is my mother's bone," I hissed, clutching it tight against my chest. "It belongs to me."

"It belongs to the Silver Moon Pack!" Sarah whined, tears instantly welling up. "Sister, please... I’m so weak. The boys were so rough last night... I need that healing energy for the baby. Do you want your nephew to die?"

"I said no."

"You selfish bitch!" Alexander didn't have the patience to argue.

He lunged.

I tried to dodge, to use my magic, but I had spent years pouring my power into the land to bless them. I was drained. I was empty. I was no match for an Alpha in his prime.

Alexander grabbed my wrist and twisted.

"Ah!"

I screamed as he slammed me against the stone pillar.

"Lucas, hold her!" he commanded.

Lucas stepped forward. He didn't hesitate. He pinned my shoulders to the cold stone, his weight crushing me.

"Ivy, stop fighting. It's for the heir."

"No! Let go!" I struggled violently, kicking and biting, but I was like an ant trying to fight an elephant.

I watched, helpless, as Alexander pried my fingers open one by one.

"Give it back... please... it's all I have left..." I begged, my dignity shattering.

Alexander snatched the bone. He didn't even look at it. He walked over and handed it to Sarah.

"Here, baby. Take it."

Sarah held the glowing white bone. She looked at me, pinned in the dirt, bleeding and crying.

A twisted, demon-like smile appeared on her face when the twins weren't looking. She looked me dead in the eye.

"Oops," she mouthed.

Then, she squeezed her hand.

Crack.

The fragile, ancient bone crumbled into dust in her grip.

The white powder drifted away in the wind.

Time stopped.

My mother. My last connection to her. The only thing I had left in this wretched world.

Gone.

"NO!!!"

A scream of pure, bloody agony tore from my throat.