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Josie P.O.V.              

                  

I scurried away when that bitch threw me out of the mansion. I can’t even believe she is here in the pack, let alone in the mansion! I should be there with mom, dad and Joel. Not her. She is nothing. Never have been and never will be. 

She’s different from the Hazel I knew as a teenager and kid. Not as timid and quiet. Maybe she forgot her place while she was away, but I will make sure to remind her of it, and get everyone to help me remind her of it. She is nothing! I proved it 5 years ago when she ran with her tail tucked between her legs, and I will prove it again. 

“I will never make Josie the Luna of this pack, Hazel. There has never been anyone but you. Not before, not after. If you end up rejecting me, I will rule alone or give the mantle to someone who is mated - Adrian if his mate accepts him. I will prove it to you, win you back! You are it for me, Hazel. Take it or don’t. That is the truth.” Grady says to her after she shouted at him to get the fuck out as well. She called me incompetent, but how can I be that when I was the one who got her to leave in the first place? Grady’s words hurt, but I know he does not mean them. Not really. He is just playing her. Just trying his luck with an easy target. I roll my eyes. She will never have him. Not ever. He is mine! I have worked so hard on my flawless reputation in this dammed pack, and on getting into Grady’s good graces that nothing will come between me and my prize - especially not fucking Hazel. I don’t even care if I have to kill her to get what I want. Maybe that was what I should have done all those years ago? Killed her? 

Truth be told, I thought she was dead. Her and that bastard child my father sired with his mistress. Joel and I gave that crazy son of bitch all the chances he needed to end them both. Their location, their work addresses, silver bullets. We literally served them up on a platter for him. 

When I heard what happened on the national news, I thought both were dead. They didn’t mention survivors, and granny didn’t mention Hazel anymore either. She stopped after some time. Maybe it was a ruse on her part? She always looked like someone who suspected me to have ulterior motives? 

I hurriedly rush home, making sure no one sees me. I know how I must look after Hazel got me, and I still can’t fucking believe Grady did nothing to stop her. That fucking cunt had me by my hair, and he did nothing. I make a mental note to punish him for that when I am Luna of this stupid pack. 

‘Maybe, if you would just stop pursuing someone else's mate and concentrate on finding ours, it wouldn’t be a fucking problem.’ Elise, my wolf, says in my mind. What does she know? I snub her back and slam the mental barrier in place. I don’t want to deal with her nonsense right now. She has made it absolutely clear to me that she does not want to be Luna of the pack as she thinks Grady is Hazel’s mate, but I don’t care. So much the better if he really is. That bitch deserves it if I take her fated mate from her once and for all.

I came so close to marking him on that night 5 years ago, but Elise blocked me. I had the perfect opening when he froze as Hazel came through the treeline, and I would have done it if my stupid moron of a wolf had not refused to release our fangs. Ugh! Mom promised to help me subdue her when we get the next chance, and said it was a good thing I didn’t do it that night because a forced marking could have come out badly for me. So, I have been slowly advancing on him ever since. Trying my luck whenever I can. It’s hard. Especially when the truth about our treatment of Hazel came out. A lot of the pack took their distance when they saw the Alpha family and other ranked members draw back, but I worked hard to gain the trust back. 

I slam the front door, huffing and puffing. Mom rounds the corner, gasps and rushes to my side. 

“Josie, darling, what happened?” She asks, staring wide eyed at my hair and face. Dad rounds the corner with Joel hot on his heels, summoned by moms concerned voice. 

“Fucking Hazel is what happned.” I answer in a sulk, brushing past her into the living room. I plop down on the couch, with my arms crossed. Mom, dad and Joel sit down around me. My nose has stopped bleeding now, and is healed, but I must look like a mess with all the blood and shit from the rough treatment I took. More sympathy for me then.  

“What did you do, sis?” Joel asks with a smirk. I think he already somehow knows what happened, but I cannot know for sure. 

“I went to confront the bitch and tell her to leave us the fuck alone. I ran into her friend and that little disgusting mutt of hers instead. I told her to get Hazel, but she refused. We had words.” 

“You had a screaming match.” Joel interrupts, and I scowl at him. Where the hell does he get his information? 

“As I said; we had words. Hazel runs up the stairs from somewhere downstairs, with none other than Grady that stupid twatface behind her looking like a lost puppy.” I roll my eyes. The sight of him coming up behind my little sister, running after her like she is his sun and everything makes me sick, and I want to rip her apart. She doesn't deserve to be anything to anyone. She wasn’t even supposed to be born! She was supposed to be a fucking boy - not a girl! Mom and dad wanted one of each. Not two girls and a boy. Hazel was a mistake. An abomination. Something they should have drowned as an infant. “She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down the stairs like I was nothing, and threw me out of granny’s house. She even threatened to kill me.” Tears of anger by her audacity blurs my vision as mom gasps in horror. Joel rolls his eyes at my dramatics. 

“After you shoved the child to the ground and called her names. That was a simple and stupid move, sis. I would have done the same thing had you done that to my pup, bastard or not.” Joel says, getting up and shaking his head. His eyes are guarded and unreadable. “You should have stayed away from there, at least until after the funeral. Everyone will know the true story of what happened because you made a spectacle out of it. Maids talk, those maids talk loud because they don’t like you. The Alpha was there as a witness as well. Stupid, Josie. And reckless.” 

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEFENDING HER NOW? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PLANNED HER AND THAT OTHER ONES MURDER, BROTHER. REMEMBER THAT!” I scream at him, harnessing the undivided attention of our parents. Ah fuck! Joel just snorted. 

“Actually, sister dear, I kept giving him false tips. You were the one who got impatient and ultimately sent the address and handed the bullets. I knew of your intentions, and that is on me. But I prevented it as long as I could.” He looks at our parents, then again at me. “I think it’s about time I move. This house is a little on the small side.” He walks up the stairs and comes down a few seconds later with his things. “Later.” And then he is gone. Mom and dad rounds on me. 

“What the hell just happened Josie?” I internally scream, my wolf barking a laugh. 

‘This is your own damn fault for being so selfish!’ She says before rolling into a tight ball, her back to me. Mom and dad are looking at me and asking a million questions. 

“This is all that bitch Hazel’s fault! And yours!” 

“Ours?” Mom asks, taken aback by my attack. 

“YES! You should have drowned her when she was a baby and none of this would have happened. This is your own fucking fault!” I quickly get up from the couch, rush up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door. That’ll show them. No one is ever going to question me like that. Not even my own goddamn parents.