LOGINAurora’s POV
I watched Alpha Keith’s back as he stepped into the house. His stride was fast, his shoulders stiff, and I followed him indifferently, my face showing nothing.
I stepped inside, the familiar halls looking more like a stranger’s house than my own.
Inside the living room, I saw them.
Mom, Luna Melissa stood to the side, watching with her calm expression, though her eyes darted between Dad, Alpha Frank and Helen.
Helen sat close to Frank, laughing softly, her voice filled with warmth. Frank leaned toward her, his tone gentle, responding with smiles that I had never once received from him.
The room glowed with their comfort, but it was comfort that had no space for me.
Luna Melissa’s eyes shifted and landed on me. She blinked, surprise softening her face, and then she came forward quickly.
Her arms opened wide, reaching for me with an expression that said she wanted to welcome me home.
She tried to pull me into a bear hug.
I stepped back, dodging her touch. My voice was calm and polite, I said, “Luna.”
The word cut the space between us. I did not call her “Mother.” I did not let her pretend.
Alpha Keith’s voice came sharp from the side. “Aurora, stop this tantrum. Don’t act moody. She’s your mother. Show respect.”
Luna Melissa looked hurt her eyes soft and wet. Before she could say anything, Helen jumped up, clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face.
“It’s my fault!” she cried. “Don’t blame Mom! Please. I should be the one you’re angry at.”
She sobbed, looking at me as if she was the victim.
Keith’s eyes hardened. “Aurora. Apologize to your mother. Now.”
I turned my gaze slowly to him. My voice was steady. “.You haven’t wronged me.”
“After all, you’ve always believed I was stronger than Helen. You thought I could handle the psychiatric hospital, better than she ever could.”
“Do you remember, Mother?” I continued, my voice growing colder. “You once knelt in front of me. You begged me to take the blame for Helen.
Melissa’s eyes filled with panic. Her lips trembled, but no words came.
The room froze.
I didn’t stop. I stared directly at Alpha Keith, my eyes locked on his. “Mr. Donald is still unaware, isn’t he? The surveillance footage of Helen poisoning Vicky was promptly deleted by Luna Mellisa.
This so-called ‘loving mother’ made sure Helen remained silent in court while pushing me, the ‘adopted one,’ into a wolf psychiatric hospital.”
The room was silent. No one spoke. Even Helen stopped her sobbing.
Keith’s face flushed with anger. He shouted “You poisoned Vicky yourself and tried to frame her! Do you think you can stand here and accuse anyone? How dare you?”
Luna Melissa stepped in quickly, her voice soft and urgent. “Aurora has suffered in the psychiatric hospital. She endured abuse there. Please, go upstairs, take a shower, and rest. That will help.”
Of course, my mother knew where I was living. She always knew. She simply chose to ignore it. Just like she ignored everything else when it came to me.
But I had long stopped hoping for warmth from this family. The truth was simple. If you hold no expectations, you will never be hurt.
Their hypocrisy didn’t even surprise me anymore. I was simply tired.
I let out a snort. "No need." With that, I turned around and walked away.
I stood in the living room for a moment, taking in the house that was supposed to be my home. But it never was.
It never had that warmth. I was brought here eight years ago, thinking I was being welcomed back into my family.
But everything that followed proved I was nothing more than an outsider.
My feet led me down to the place where I had been forced to live for three years.
Not a bedroom. No, not even close. It was the basement. The place I had to share with Helen’s dog after she took over my rightful room upstairs.
The air down here was always damp. The bed small, the walls cold. But I was used to it.
My wolf tightened as I sat down on the old mattress, staring at the space where I had once dreamed of being accepted.
Clothes had been laid out neatly on the bed, folded and waiting. But when I looked at them, my stomach turned.
They were clothes Helen had worn years ago, clothes she had outgrown and passed down.
These clothes were not chosen for me.
They were leftovers became a quiet reminder of my place here.
The gap between us had never been clearer. She lived as the precious daughter. I lived as something they simply tolerated.
I walked into the bathroom and showered. The hot water ran down my back, washing away the dirt and blood from the hospital, but it could not wash away the weight pressing inside my chest.
I refused to wear them.Instead, I put my original clothes back on, the ones I had brought with me, still rough and worn from the hospital. Then I walked downstairs.
The dining room was already full when I arrived. The long table was crowded, but no one had saved me a seat. No one had waited for me.
Every chair was taken. Every plate was set. And all eyes, all hands, were turned toward Helen.
Luna Melissa leaned close to her, placing food on her plate. Alpha Frank watched her with approval. Helen laughed softly, thanked them, and basked in their attention.
I walked in quietly and sat at the edge of the table, unnoticed for a moment until Luna Melissa looked up. Her gaze swept over me, and she frowned.
“You haven’t changed your clothes,” she said. “Were they the wrong size?”
I lifted my chin. “I grew taller in the wolf mental hospital.”
The words were plain, but they dropped heavy in the room.
The dining room fell silent.
Helen’s hand shook. Her chopsticks slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. The sound echoed, sharp in the quiet space.
Alpha Keith’s face darkened. His voice was low. “Don’t mention the wolf mental hospital. That place is filled with dark witches. You know Helen is terrified of them. Do you want to scare her?”
Helen shivered, her face pale, fear flickering in her eyes. Her shoulders hunched as if even the word itself might reach out and grab her.
I stood there, watching her. She was afraid of the idea. Just a rumor was enough to make her tremble.Yet no one cared about how I endured those years when I was tortured by that witch in the mental asylum.
Most of the dishes had already been passed around, each plate sitting full in front of Helen while the others served her with care.
No one had set anything aside for me. I pulled out a chair at the edge of the table and sat down quietly.
The scrape of the chair against the floor drew a brief glance from Luna Melissa, but no one else moved.
I kept eating.
Alpha Keith’s voice broke through the silence. His tone was firm and authoritative. “Tomorrow we will hold a banquet. It is a welcome banquet for you.
Important guests will attend, including Alpha Gray of the Red Moon Wolf Clan. You need to prepare yourself properly Aurora.”
I nodded slightly.
His words sounded like an announcement rather than a gesture of care. It was not for me. It was for appearances.
The next day came quickly. The banquet was more lavish than I had expected.
The hall sparkled with golden chandeliers, the floor polished until it reflected every light. Tables were draped with heavy fabric, and every plate gleamed.
My thoughts pulled me backward.
The Donald family couple grand eighteenth birthday banquet for Helen. That night was unforgettable.
The party was massive. The Alpha families from every corner of the country were invited.
Celebrities, politicians, high-ranking pack members, all gathered under the glittering lights to praise Donald Helen.
I still remember her standing on that stage, wearing a delicate crown on her head, smiling sweetly as she stood between Alpha Frank and Luna Melissa. Like a princess receiving her kingdom.
And me? I wasn’t even allowed to stay long enough to see the celebration end. I was the ugly duckling of the family.
Instead of starting my college life, I spent the next five years of what should have been my brightest years locked inside a psychiatric hospital.
Now, here I was again, standing under the same bright lights as the Donald family hosted yet another banquet.
Only this time, I wasn’t an Alpha's daughter with big dreams. I was the broken daughter they tried to hide.
Aurora’s POVMy hair was short, uneven from where it had been hacked away during my time in the hospitaMy skin still had faint bruises and scars, some from restraints, others from rough handling.Even after bathing, I still felt the cold trace of the hospital on me, as if its presence clung to my skin no matter how clean I was.As soon as I stepped into the hall, the air shifted.The guests fell silent for a moment, eyes locking on me. Then came the whispers. Quiet at first, but spreading quickly like wildfire.An older woman nearby glanced at me with wide eyes. She had just been making small talk with someone but froze as she recognized me.“Is that… Aurora?” she whispered.“She used to be a dancer, you know,” another voice said softly. “She was a good dancer, very good moves then, she was famous for it.”“But now… now she’s a lunatic,” someone else whispered.And then, the real cruelty began.“Word is she slept around with the inmates in that mental hospital. Not just mentally unst
Aurora’s POVI watched Alpha Keith’s back as he stepped into the house. His stride was fast, his shoulders stiff, and I followed him indifferently, my face showing nothing. I stepped inside, the familiar halls looking more like a stranger’s house than my own. Inside the living room, I saw them.Mom, Luna Melissa stood to the side, watching with her calm expression, though her eyes darted between Dad, Alpha Frank and Helen. Helen sat close to Frank, laughing softly, her voice filled with warmth. Frank leaned toward her, his tone gentle, responding with smiles that I had never once received from him. The room glowed with their comfort, but it was comfort that had no space for me.Luna Melissa’s eyes shifted and landed on me. She blinked, surprise softening her face, and then she came forward quickly. Her arms opened wide, reaching for me with an expression that said she wanted to welcome me home.She tried to pull me into a bear hug.I stepped back, dodging her touch. My voice was
Aurora’s POVAfter the trial, I thought the worst was over. I was wrong.Damian made sure my punishment didn’t end with a sentence. He bribed the guards and the other inmates to torment me, starving me, beating me, forcing me to kneel until my knees bled. Every strike stripped away a piece of my wolf, every insult carved deeper into what was left of me. When the poison’s side effects didn’t kill me fast enough, Damian found a new way to destroy me. He called it mercy when he ordered them to send me to a mental hospital. But I knew the truth, he just wanted to watch me break slower.In this hellish situation, five years flew by in the blink of an eye. Every now and then, I’d hear through the grapevine that Helen and James were living the perfect life. James had become a hotshot lawyer,all thanks to the Vicky poisoning case. Helen?She was still her mom’s spoiled little princess. But me?My mom had begged me, tears streaming down her face, to take the fall for Helen. Every promise
Aurora’s POVWhen I opened my eyes the world was small and gray. My wrists hurt where the silver cuffs pressed into my skin. The spell marks from Father still pulsed under my veins.I pushed myself up. The cell smelled of metal and mold and old sweat. A dull light hung from the ceiling. The bars in front of me cast hard lines across the floor.A man outside the door laughed. “Alpha’s daughter finally wakes.”Three women appeared at the gate, leaning against the railing like they owned the place. One of them had a long scar down her cheek. Another bared a missing tooth when she smiled. The leader stepped forward, slow and certain.“You’re the Alpha’s girl?” she said. Her voice was flat, not kind. “Thought you might be. Bet you think you’re better than us, eh?”I folded my hands in my lap and did not answer.She moved inside my cell without waiting. Her boots sounded loud on the concrete. She stopped in my face and smelled like stale smoke.“On your knees,” she ordered. “We don’t need
Aurora’s POVThe scent of silver and herbs clung to the air like smoke. Machines hummed softly beside the bed where Vicky, Alpha Damian’s sister, lay motionless. Her skin was almost translucent beneath the sterile lights, her lips pale as frost.The Beta doctor hovered near her bedside, murmuring instructions to a nurse who scribbled notes with trembling hands. The faint metallic tang of wolf poison lingered in the room.No one said the word out loud, but everyone knew.Someone had poisoned her.When the Beta doctor finally turned toward us, his voice was low, heavy with restrained disgust. “She’s stable,” he said, “but the poison was mixed into her morning medication. Only Aurora and Helen came to visit her today, are you sure there was no one else in the room?.” “I don’t know…” she whispered, her lower lip quivering as she pressed her hands to her chest.Helen, the daughter my mother had adopted years ago, stood near the door, her hands clasped tightly to her chest, wide eyes shim







