All Chapters of Lost & found: A Sister Reclaimed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​I was twenty-four, broke, and lost a fight with a vending machine that had just swallowed my last ₦200.​"Give it back," I muttered, rattling the glass. The biscuit sat there, mocking me—stuck on the edge of the shelf like it was doing this on purpose. I could see it. Right there. One good shake and it would fall. I shook harder.​"Ma'am." The security guard's voice floated over from his desk. "You've been attacking that thing for five minutes."​"It attacked first."​He sighed, probably adding this to his mental list of reasons I was unhinged. I didn't care. That biscuit was supposed to be my dinner, and I wasn't above violence to get it back.​But the machine won. It always did.​I grabbed my mop bucket before he could decide to escort me out. I cleaned this building every night, floors, toilets, rich people's coffee spills. The glamorous life of a night-shift cleaner. It wasn't the dream, but it paid rent. Barely. And barely was better than nothing.​The elevator was empty when

I should have run.That's what anyone with half a brain would've done. Scream for security. Grab my mop. Bolt down the service stairs and disappear back into my terrible, boring, safe life.Instead, I followed them.Not because I trusted them. I didn't trust anyone, not since I learned the hard way that nobody was coming to save me. I followed because staying ignorant felt more dangerous than walking into whatever trap they were setting. At least this way, I could see it coming.The elevator ride to the parking garage was silent. Not awkward silence, tactical silence. The kind that made it clear these men moved like a unit.Lucien walked ahead, shoulders straight, like he owned the ground he walked on. Marcus stayed half a step to my right, close enough that I could feel him there. Elias walked behind me. I could hear his footsteps, steady and final, like a door closing.I wasn't a guest. I wasn't even a sister yet.I was cargo being moved from Point A to Point B.The car waiting in

I didn't sleep.I drifted somewhere between awake and unconscious, but every time I got too close to actual rest, my body jerked me back. Like it didn't trust peace enough to let me have it.By morning, sunlight poured through the windows in thick golden streams. It should've been beautiful. Instead, it just made me feel exposed.I sat up, pressed my palm to my chest, and waited for my heartbeat to slow. This place was too quiet. No neighbors screaming. No generators grinding. No sirens or barking dogs.Just silence. Perfect, controlled silence.I walked to the window. From up here, the estate stretched on forever. Manicured lawns. Trees trimmed into submission. Security guards pacing their routes like machines.A cage with velvet lining.A knock at the door polite, measured."Come in," I said.Lucien stepped inside, tablet in hand, dressed like he was about to negotiate world peace. He stopped when he saw me at the window."You're up early.""I never went to sleep."He nodded, like h

The night felt wrong before anything even happened.No celebration in the air. No pride. Just this thick, suffocating weight pressing down on the pack grounds like the sky itself was holding its breath.Torches lined the clearing instead of the usual lanterns, flames twisting and snapping in the wind like they knew something we didn't. Smoke mixed with damp earth and that metallic tang of anticipation you can taste on your tongue. People tried to laugh, tried to act normal, but it died fast every time. Because they were all watching me.I stood at the edge wearing this deep red dress Rowan had delivered to my door that morning. No note. No explanation. Just the dress in a box, perfectly tailored, like he'd known my measurements down to the inch. It hugged my waist and fell soft around my legs, nothing showy, but God, it made a statement. I hated how good it felt to wear it."You look like trouble," Kai said beside me, arms locked tight across his chest, eyes sweeping the crowd like he

I didn't go back to my room. I went to the training hall.The King estate had been renovated twice since I'd disappeared, new marble, new wings, new security systems, but the underground training facility stayed exactly the same. Concrete floors. Steel beams. The faint smell of gun oil and old sweat. I hadn't been down here in five years, but my feet remembered the way.The lights flickered on as I pushed through the door. Motion sensors. The space stretched out empty and cold in front of me.Perfect.I walked straight to the weapons cabinet and grabbed the handle. Locked.Of course it was."You're not cleared for that anymore."Rowan's voice echoed through the cavernous room. I didn't turn around. "I was cleared when I was fifteen.""That was before we thought the threat was neutralized."I finally looked at him, and I didn't bother hiding the anger. "You thought wrong."He didn't argue. That was new. He stepped further into the light, his hands loose at his sides but his whole body