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作者: Lady Babe
last update 公開日: 2026-10-12 00:12:50

The atmosphere around Mooncrest Academy is suffocating and tense. News of the emergency tribunal has spread like wildfire across the campus. Dozens of wolf students from the Wolf Biology Wing and Academy Wolf Halls line the marble pathways leading toward the Elemental Science Hall, whispering eagerly among themselves.

As I walk up the wide stone staircase, my heavy boots clicking against the marble, the crowd parts to let me pass.

"Look at her," a female wolf whispers loudly, sneering at my thi
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  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   72

    The atmosphere around Mooncrest Academy is suffocating and tense. News of the emergency tribunal has spread like wildfire across the campus. Dozens of wolf students from the Wolf Biology Wing and Academy Wolf Halls line the marble pathways leading toward the Elemental Science Hall, whispering eagerly among themselves.As I walk up the wide stone staircase, my heavy boots clicking against the marble, the crowd parts to let me pass."Look at her," a female wolf whispers loudly, sneering at my thick, plus-size frame. "The human foster girl actually showed up!""Tuesday's cousin brought the Gilbert Pack ledgers," a male wolf chuckles darkly. "She’s going to be expelled and banished before the afternoon is over!"I pay them no mind, keeping my head held high and my posture unyielding as I push open the massive oak doors of the Elemental Science Hall.The grand stone hall is packed to capacity. Elevated mahogany benches rise in tiers around the central trial floor. At the head of the room s

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   71

    "Is this the real Incense of Calm?" Wyatt Crane chokes out, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the mahogany table inside Mercer’s Corner Market. "How is that even possible coming from a human girl?"Celt Hawkridge doesn't answer immediately. His broad chest heaves as he takes another long, deep drag of the thick, dark smoke drifting from the burner. The volatile fever in his blood—the tearing, agony-inducing rage of his Alpha wolf—instantly cools, settling into a steady, controlled hum under his ribs.He uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch the lit tip of the incense stick, extinguishing the amber ember with careful precision. He places the stick back into the crude, unpolished dark pine box, sliding the iron latch shut. "That is the exact scent."Wyatt's face shifts from sheer disbelief to an intense, feverish grin. "If this is genuine Incense of Calm, Boss, your wolf core isn't going to collapse. Your strength will stay stable."Celt leans back in his darkwood leat

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   70

    "You are playing with fire, girl!" Grandmother Pearl slams her cane against the floorboards with a loud crack. "A human girl interfering with an Alpha's internal core? If your compound fails or causes his wolf to rage, he will burn Whitlock Cottage to the ground! You have placed this entire family in mortal danger!""My compound will not fail," I say, my voice steady, my gaze unyielding as I look directly into Pearl's angry eyes. "His core is stable. The trade is complete."Before Pearl can unleash another tirade, the screen on my mobile device lights up in my hand. It vibrates with an urgent, repeated ring.I tap the glass, lifting the device to my ear."Joxie Whitlock?" A sharp, formal female voice echoes through the speaker loud enough for everyone in the room to hear."Speaking," I say."This is the Academy Administration House at Mooncrest Academy," the official announces coldly. "Headmistress Birdsong has issued an emergency summons fo

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   69

    "Take this box of roast coffee beans with you," Celt Hawkridge says, his deep voice cutting through the heavy silence of the private mahogany booth inside Mercer’s Corner Market. He reaches across the dark table, setting the iron-sealed box right beside my hands. "When your father finishes the batch, return here for more."I glance down at the sleek timber casing, my fingers tracing the cold metal latch. "Thanks a bunch."I do not bother with fake modesty. My father, Sterling Whitlock, loves dark roast coffee, and securing top-tier supplies in the Silverpine City territory is nearly impossible for a human family without pack connections. I lift my canvas bag, sliding the box safely inside alongside my ledger."I should get going," I say, pushing back my mahogany chair. My broad frame moves with practiced, quiet grace as I stand. Born a human girl without a single drop of wolf blood in a family of purebred shifters, I have learned to move without drawing unwanted eyes.Celt remains sea

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   68

    "Honestly, I am not wasted," Thatcher Whitlock mutters, his voice slurred as he steadies his heavy frame against the wood paneling of the hallway. He shakes his head vigorously, giving me a foolish, lopsided grin.I let out a low sigh, my arms aching as I reach out to catch him before he collapses onto the floor. "Yeah, Thatcher. And I’m the one who’s completely plastered.""Joxie, you didn't hit the bottle, did you?" He leans in closer, his breath reeking of high-proof grain spirits and stale smoke from the pack taverns.Suppressing the urge to shove his face into the wall, I grab his thick arm and drag his heavy weight into his bedroom. My plus-size human body strains against his solid wolf frame, but I push through the burn in my muscles. "Hold on. I’ll get you some water," I say, dumping his unceremonious body onto the mattress.When I return a minute later with a glass of dark-tinted herbal liquid, Thatcher has rolled off the mattress and is sprawled face-down on the rug, mutteri

  • Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen   67

    "Mom, got anything to eat?" I ask, my voice flat, cutting straight through the heavy silence of the living room.I set three massive canvas totes filled with dark glass jars down onto the oak table inside Whitlock Cottage. My skin is slick with sweat, my pulse hammering against my throat. I am a fat, useless, un-shifted human bloodline anomaly to the rest of Silverpine City, and my body is completely exhausted. Walking from the Mooncrest Iron Gate all the way down into the humid alleys of Mercer’s Market has left my feet burning inside my boots. My plus-size frame isn't built for endless foot travel on the pack roads, but I don't have the luxury of calling a Gilbert Pack Estate shuttle. Not since Sterling Whitlock pushed his family out of the main seat and forced me to survive on whatever scraps I can carve out with my own hands.Lorelei Whitlock snaps out of her trance, setting down her phone. "Of course, sweetheart. I saved some warm meat for you. Come and eat before it gets cold."

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