Semua Bab Since Alpha You Love My Half-Sister, I'll Bond with Your Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Please… please, come get me,” I sobbed, clutching the phone tightly.“I have to leave this place. I’ll agree to any condition.”A sharp, worried voice answered instantly. “What happened, Wendy? Are you hurt?”I wiped my tears and cleared my throat. “I’m fine. I’ve just had enough of this fake place.”“When should I come for you?” the voice asked.“In seven days,” I replied.“This is the last time, Wendy. Don’t disappoint me again.”The call ended. I slowly got up from the floor.But another voice echoed coldly in my mind—tinged with disdain.“Only now you want to leave? What were you waiting for?”I closed my eyes. It was her—Miranda, my wolf soul.“Wendy, you’re free to go,” the nurse said kindly.I nodded and smiled at her, then limped out of the pack hospital.In my heart, I wished for a message or a call—but there was nothing.The phone stayed silent, and oddly, that silence brought me relief—no more lies to fabricate.In the living room, the holographic TV was broadcasting the pa

I opened my eyes to the stark white ceiling of the hospital.I sat up, and the pain made me cry out.The door opened. A nurse walked in, smiling gently.“Wendy, back again. You’re practically a regular now.”She held a clipboard with a thick stack of my medical records from the past six months.Knife wounds, burns, fractured bones—the ink piled high like a mountain on the paper.“What happened this time?” I groaned.“An Omega brought you in,” she explained.How long had I been lying here?Long enough for the Omega sweepers to come and go, long enough that even a wolf’s natural healing couldn’t mend my cracked ribs in time.“Wendy… are you…” The nurse’s voice softened, “Are you being abused?”“I’m fine,” I cut her off quickly. “I’m just clumsy. It was an accident.”“An accident?” she looked up, and the corridor’s moonstone lights shimmered in her eyes.“But this time, it’s three fractured ribs, and…”She hesitated, then added in a whisper, “Wendy, you’re pregnant.”Tears welled up in my

“It's time to go, Wendy!” Penny’s voice echoed from the stairwell, deliberately sweetened to a sickening degree.I peered through the gap in the wardrobe and saw her linking arms with Alpha John. The moonstone hairpin in her hair gleamed directly at the hallway security camera.It was a new addition from Alpha John last week, under the pretense of “protecting the soon-to-be Luna’s safety.”“I’ll be right down after I change.” I forced a smile in the mirror, my fingertips grazing the faint needle marks on my collarbone.Three days ago, Penny had “accidentally” injured me with a hairpin, and the spot was still unnervingly pale.From downstairs came my mother’s curse: “Stop dawdling! The ceremony’s about to begin!”Alpha John’s footsteps paused at the entrance.As the door slammed shut, I immediately pulled back the carpet, revealing three metal boxes hidden in the compartment. These were the gifts Alpha John had given me, and I dumped them all into the trash.Just then, my phone buzzed.

I was awakened by a gentle knock on the door and the soft footsteps of two Omegas entering. They smiled kindly as they walked toward me.“Good morning, Wendy.” One of the maids curtsied. “Alpha Vincent instructed us to help you prepare.”“Prepare?” I mumbled, my voice hoarse from sleep.“For the wedding ceremony,” the other Omega explained, handing me a cream-colored silk gown and exquisite high heels.“Alpha Vincent said the ceremony must be accompanied by pearls from Moon Goddess Lake.” The leading Omega opened a velvet box, and inside lay a necklace that made me catch my breath.Three teardrop-shaped pearls were strung into a necklace, exactly the same style I had once admired at the market five years ago. At the time, Alpha John had sneered, saying, “Such cheap things aren’t fit to wear.”Just then, Vincent entered, his black suit revealing half of a velvet box from his breast pocket.He knelt before me, his left brow slightly twitching from an old scar. “Wendy, I know you once dre

When Penny’s crying voice came through the holographic television, I was grinding Moon Goddess grass with a silver teaspoon.She clutched a pear blossom handkerchief, her mascara smudged around her eyes. “It’s Wendy, she’s jealous of me! She wants to ruin everything I have!”Alpha John wrapped his arm around her waist.“They’re scared,” Vincent slid a tablet toward me, the screen flashing with the hashtag #PennyDesecratesTheMoonGoddess: statements from partners terminating contracts, AI-generated comparisons of her plagiarism, even an elder from the Etiquette Association posting teaching materials Penny had stolen from other instructors ten years ago.I swiped across a GIF: Penny collapsed at the sacrificial ceremony, the forbidden “Moon Goddess Curse” totem appearing under the light through her gown’s lining.Suddenly, my mother’s face appeared on the screen, stroking Penny’s hair, her voice firm: “My daughter is an angel.”It reminded me of my father’s frail hand in his last days—he