I want back what’s mine.

Chapter Three 

 

Ella’s POV

 

Kyra was right — I had been nothing but a fool. But before she made everything worse, luckily I was able to stop her, calming her down.


I will take my revenge by myself, not her.

 

I packed my clothes into my luggage, wiping away my tears. I was done crying for Luciano while he partied with his new family. His sisters were already there.

 

“It’s time to find our mate,” 

 

“I thought you said you don’t need my help.” Kyra chuckled in my head.

 

“Is this some sort of payback?” I scoffed.

 

I was still packing, communicating with Kyra, when the door burst open. Amanda strode in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she folded her arms across her chest.

 

Seeing her, Kyra snarled, trying to get out and attack her, but I quickly stopped her.

 

“I can see you’re already leaving. You made the right choice, darling,” she said proudly.

 

I looked at her without saying a word. Luciano had always claimed she was just a friend. I didn’t know she’d been screwing my husband right in front of me.

 

“You were never the right person for Luciano,” she added.

 

“Now that you’ve got what you wanted, can you move out of my way and let me leave?” My tone turned sharp at the edges.

 

She chuckled. “Of course.”

 

She cleared a path for me, and I dragged my luggage behind me.

 

“Right!” Her voice stopped me again, and I wondered what else she wanted to say.

 

“I guess you got the little present I sent you,” she said teasingly.

 

Her present? What was she talking about?

 

“Since Luciano couldn’t do it, I decided to do it for him. I wanted you to see for yourself that you mean nothing to him.”

 

“You sent the invitation to me?” I squinted in disbelief. Luciano had been right — he never sent it.

“It was for the best. I guess he really doesn’t want you anymore.” She smiled coldly.

 

“What Luciano doesn’t know is that it’s easier to ruin him. And I… I have nothing to lose. I’ll make sure he’s ruined.” I clenched my fist.

 

Amanda laughed. “By telling the whole city he cheated on you or drove you out for his new girlfriend? Wake up, girl. He’s the nation’s sweetheart. Will anyone believe you were married to him? You have no legal proof. They’ll just think you’re a maniac seeking attention.”

 

“No… I don’t play that kind of childish game. Just watch out on a full moon.” I said, locking eyes with her. I noticed the flash of fear that crossed her face.

 

“What are you talking about?” she mumbled, her brows knitting in confusion. But it quickly disappeared, replaced by confidence.

 

“Is that a threat? My security team—”

 

I didn’t bother to hear the rest. I left Luciano’s house.

 

Luciano didn’t try to stop me, and that’s when I realized it was truly over.

 

That was the moment I became fully determined.
I would make him crawl on his knees, begging for his life right in front of the whole world.

 

 

***

 

I stared at the giant gate painted deep black and sighed. 
I was back at my father’s pack, the same house I had left six years ago, cursing everything.

 

The moment the guards saw me, their eyes widened in shock. They immediately bowed at ninety degrees and chorused, “Welcome home, young Alpha!”

 

Right. I was back.

 

And this time, I wasn’t the weak, broken girl who had left.


I was the storm returning to destroy everything that hurt her.

 

My father, Alpha Ethan of the Silver Fang Pack, descended the stairs of the packhouse. He was bare-chested, sweat glistening over scars that spoke of old battles. I immediately guessed he had just finished his morning workout.

 

There was no warmth in his Alpha gaze, only the coldness of a leader who had buried too many under his claws.

The same coldness I had seen after my mother, his darling wife, died. He hadn’t mourned or given anyone a chance to mourn. He didn't comforted the young girl when her mother took her last breath. Instead, he had handed his silver dagger to the five-year-old daughter and said, “Aim for the heart. Never cry over the weak.” He dragged her into the woods under the full moon and told her to listen to the heartbeat of prey, to learn to hunt before she could even read.

 

How cruel.

 

“Is that a way to welcome your long-lost daughter home?” I scoffed.

 

“Daughter? I have none. The day you abandoned your pack, you stopped being my blood,” Father said plainly. I wincedbecause it hurt.

 

It hurt more than I ever thought possible, to be abandoned by my father too.


Well, maybe I abandoned him first right in front of the whole pack.

 

“But, Father…” I started, but he shut me out by walking away.

 

It had been six years since I last saw him, and yet he still looked the same — sharp, younger, stronger. Calculative. Unshaken.

 

The housekeeper, old Granny Mrs. Bale, was happy to see me. She helped me move my luggage and settle into my old room.

 

It was still the same as I had left it — no traces of dust, showing she had cleaned it often while I was gone.

 

“I knew you would be back,” her voice jolted me from my thoughts. I could sense the seriousness in her tone.

 

I stared at her. “What do you mean?”

 

“Never mind,” she muttered. “You should freshen up and rest. Don’t worry, your father will forgive you and welcome you back home.” She added, then left.

 

I freshened up like she said and lay on the bed.

 

When it was time for dinner, Mrs. Bale came to call me. I stepped down the stairs and walked over to Father’s side. He was already eating.

 

The moment he saw me, his expression changed. “You’re still here?” His voice was soft yet dangerous.

 

“Dad…” I started.

 

“Don’t call me that. Return to your so-called husband’s house right now! He made quite a fortune, right? Good luck.”

 

“He dumped me. He cheated on me. He brought another woman home,” I said tearfully.

 

Father seemed to freeze, but maybe I read him wrong.

 

“Serves you right,” he said, chewing on his steak.

 

“I know,” I mumbled and took a seat. “I was never made for love, and you were right,  love doesn’t exist, only death does. That’s why I need you, Father. I need your power…”

 

“I’m not interested in whatever revenge plan you have in mind,” Father cut me off, his face dropping.

 

“You want him to stomp on your daughter and go scot-free? He humiliated your blood,” I said, my eyes filled with fresh tears. “I need your training. I want to rejoin the pack — reclaim my rank. I want to become an Alpha.”

 

“I thought you called it trash,” Father scoffed.

I lowered my head, ashamed. When I left, I had cursed at everything.

 

“I was just childish. That’s why I came back crawling to your feet to beg. I’m back to take over as your heiress.”

 

“Do you still have what it takes?” he sneered. “Look at you, you look too weak. Do you even know how to control your wolf anymore?”

 

“I’ll learn,” I said firmly. “I’ll start from the beginning if I must.”

 

“No. You are no longer my daughter. I’ll never give that position back to you. Dinner is over.” Father stood to leave.

 

I blocked his path, dropping to my knees and grabbing his feet. I was ready to do anything to get back at Luciano. I needed Father. I needed his power — the family’s power  to make Luciano pay and regret ever betraying me. I wanted to show him who I really was.

 

“Please, Dad. I’m ready to do anything. I’ll prove my worth.”

 

“Really?” Father finally spared me a glance.

I could see the smirk on his face, the same smirk that always appeared when he thought of something dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

 

“Then you’ll marry.”

 

My head snapped up. “What?”

 

“Get married to Rohan Sylvia,” he said slowly, each syllable deliberate.

 

I froze. “Rohan Sylvia? The Alpha of the IronClaw Pack?”

 

He nodded.

 

My breath caught. Rohan — the son of Zoe Sylvia, my father’s greatest enemy. They were once best friends before betrayal turned them into rivals. Even after Rohan’s father passed away, the enmity was passed down to him.

 

For as long as I could remember, even in the ten years before I left, he’d been nothing but an enemy, our family’s enemy.

 

War broke out whenever their packs met. Now Father wanted me to marry him?

 

“You’ll make him fall in love with you,” Father said.“Then destroy him. Break him so completely that his pack falls to its knees. That will be your redemption.”

 

I gaped at him. “Marriage? To an enemy Alpha?”

He laughed coldly. “You can’t do it, can you? Still that weak little girl begging for love?”

 

I clenched my fists. “I’ll do it.”

 

He raised a brow. “Are you sure? They say he’s getting married in a week.”

 

My heart stopped.

 

Marriage?

 

Rohan Sylvia was about to take a Luna?

 

 **Author’s POV**

 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t send the invitation. I was in a fatal accident, I was unconscious for days at the hospital,” the man on the other end of the phone revealed.

 

Amanda’s eyes widened in shock, her hands tightening around the phone.

 

“What do you mean you couldn’t send the invitation that day?” she yelled.

 

But as the words sank in, her anger faltered. She remembered Ella talking about how she had received the invitation and had assumed it was the one she sent. She’d wanted Ella to watch Luciano announce her, Amanda, as his lover in front of the entire world instead of her.

 

If she hadn’t sent it… then how had Ella gotten her hands on such an important golden invitation?

 

Amanda’s voice trembled. “If I didn’t send her the invitation… then who did?”