The Alpha's Stepsister

The room was silent. I looked at Drew Anderson and Lisa Anderson in front of me. My voice was cold.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Lisa's eyes welled with tears. "I'm sorry, Freya. I was just too scared.

"It's all because I'm too weak that you have to suffer in my place."

Drew wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"That's enough, Lisa. This isn't your fault. Let's go."

Before walking out, Drew turned back to me.

"Tomorrow at ten in the morning, go to the Council of Elders. Don't be late."

I didn't answer.

The door wasn't fully closed, and their voices drifted in.

"Drew, what if Freya changes her mind?"

"She wouldn't dare," Drew said with absolute certainty.

"Even if she makes a scene, she still has to take the fall."

Lisa said sweetly, "Drew, why did you even get together with Freya? You don't even love her."

He sounded dismissive when he spoke.

"She was pathetic. Back then, she even gave up the chance to build her own pack for my sake. You should've seen how she begged me not to dump her. It was ridiculous."

Their footsteps faded away.

I let out a self-mocking chuckle. I was worthless to him.

In five years, this wasn't the first time Drew had forced me to take the blame for Lisa.

Lisa said, "An Alpha's mate needs to stay mysterious."

So Drew kept me as his secret lover for five years. No one knew we were mates except the two of us.

Lisa said, "Girls love surprises."

So Drew would always drag me along to prepare elaborate surprises for her. Every Christmas, what I received were just the leftover gifts she didn't want.

Lisa hurt many werewolves simply because she was the Alpha's stepsister. Drew didn't care. Afterward, he only told me to treat those dying wolves because I was the best healer in Black Wood Pack.

I thought the humiliation had reached its limit.

That was until today, when Drew brought Lisa to me and demanded that I take responsibility for Lisa's crime.

He wanted me to admit that I was the one who attacked the Beta of Black Wood Pack.

He knew perfectly well that no pack would ever accept a guilty Luna.

This accusation alone would be enough for the Council of Elders to permanently expel me from the pack and turn me into a rogue.

In the worst-case scenario, to appease Black Wood Pack's anger, I would be dragged to the altar, and my blood would be used to preserve the fragile peace.

That was when my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out. I received two notifications.

One of them was for Lisa's new post. "Thank you, Drew. I knew that in your heart, I'll always matter more than others."

I blocked her immediately.

The other notification was a message.

"Stone Crown Pack, top floor. I'll wait for you for an hour."

There was still plenty of time.

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

Memories of my past with Drew surfaced in my mind.

At the full moon ritual when I was eighteen, the Moon Goddess guided me to Drew. We were fated mates.

Drew held my hand while moonlight reflected in his eyes.

"Freya, when Black Wood Pack becomes the strongest, I'll mark you and make you my Luna."

Back then, there was moonlight in his eyes, and I was there too.

I followed him back to Black Wood Pack. That was when I met Lisa.

That was also when I realized that my fated mate's eyes and heart were filled entirely with his fragile stepsister.

Drew said protecting her was his responsibility.

I understood. I even gave up all external affairs to focus on supporting him and helping him consolidate his power.

Five whole years had gone by.

Now, my fated mate was willing to let me die for his stepsister.

Why should I? I'd never wait around like a sitting duck.