“You need to pack your things and leave before the Luna Luna’s guards haul you out by your human neck, Joxie,” Maureen Gilbert snarled, her scent souring with pure alpha-born arrogance.I didn't flinch. I just leaned my heavy hips against the rusted frame of my folding cycle, letting my full weight settle into the dirt of the Gilbert Pack Estate yard. My curve-heavy human body had always been an eyesore to these lean, pristine wolves.“Is that a command from the Luna, or are you just barking because your throat is dry, Maureen?” I asked, my voice flat, hitting her like a slap.Maureen’s jaw snapped shut, her manicured claws twitching at her side. She stepped out onto the porch of the tattered two-story cottage, her violet silk neck-wrap floating over black lace. The house was a crumbling brick eyesore from the previous century, mold streaks creeping down the damp red clay walls where the wolf territory rain constantly bled through.“You insolent little leech,” Maureen hissed, her eyes

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“You knew the truth the whole time, didn't you, Joxie?” Grandmother Pearl Whitlock’s voice shivers, her trembling fingers tightening around my wrists as the pale sunlight filters through the yard of the Gilbert Pack Estate.I don't look down. My heavy, human curves anchor me to the cold earth of Whitlock Hollow, my wide hips pressed against the arm of the wicker chair while the scent of bitter pine and bruised herbal leaves clings to my skin. I am a baseline human born into a bloodline of purebred wolves, an outcast built soft and thick in a world that praises lean muscle and sharp claws.“I heard enough to know I don't belong in the Whitlock Moon Suite anymore,” I say, my voice steady, stripped clean of any fear. “And I know Maureen Gilbert didn't come here to offer you a home in Silverpine City out of the goodness of her heart.”Maureen spat on the dirt, her heels grinding into the dark soil where she had tossed my homebrewed tonic. Her eyes gleam with that signature amber flash of

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“Are you telling me that Pearl Whitlock’s human heart didn't shatter when her wolf bond broke?” Maureen Gilbert snapped, her voice carrying a venomous screech that echoed off the white tile walls of the Pack Healing Center.I sat three doors down in the waiting area, my wide, heavy hips spilling over the edges of the metal chairs. The smell of antiseptic, blood, and silver-laced medicine filled the corridor of Silverpine City's medical floor. My human ears didn't need wolf hearing to catch Maureen's rage.The pack doctor shifted his clipboard, his tail-end scent souring with anxiety. “The diagnostic scans from the Moonridge Medical Center don't lie, Luna Maureen. Pearl’s heart muscle was deteriorating fast from baseline stress. But whatever herbal tonic she ingested twenty minutes ago stabilized her internal channels completely. Her heart function is higher than it’s been in a decade.”Maureen’s boots clicked hard against the linoleum as she turned toward the hallway, her amber eyes b

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“Did you really think a few drops of human herbal sludge could permanently fix an Alpha line's heart, Maureen?” Headmistress Birdsong’s voice cuts through the dim hallway of the Pack Healing Center, sharp as a silver blade.I lean back against the cold stone wall, my thick, curve-heavy hips settling into the bench outside the medical wing. The air smells of antiseptic, ozone, and the sour metallic tang of Maureen’s suppressed wolf panic. I don't flinch as Maureen Gilbert stalks down the corridor, her manicured claws twitching at her sides, her violet neck-wrap fluttering over her black lace dress.“She’s a baseline stray!” Maureen screeches, her amber eyes flashing with dangerous heat as she rounds on the head physician. “She has no pack standing! She was swapped into my bloodline by a corrupt nurse seventeen years ago, and now she’s poisoning Grandmother Pearl with unverified human remedies! I want her off Gilbert Pack Lands immediately!”“The scans don't lie, Luna Maureen,” the doct

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“Is that Tuesday Gilbert?” a young wolf female shrieks, her voice echoing across the high, arched ceiling of the Silverpine City transport terminal.“I can’t believe I’m bumping into an idol from the Lamont Media House at the pack station in the middle of the night!” another female squeals, her phone light flashing in the dark corridor. “She’s even more stunning in person. Tuesday, can we please get a photo for the pack forum?”I lean my heavy hips against the concrete support pillar, my broad shoulders squared under my canvas jacket as a gaggle of young wolves surrounds Tuesday. Their voices are loud, cut through with the sharp, vibrating energy of unbonded yearlings. Next to me, Briggs Whitlock turns his head, watching the scene with a proud smile stretching across his face.Tuesday doesn't reject them. She smooths her white sundress over her hips, posing with a sweet, shy expression that looks entirely practiced. But beneath her lashes, her pale eyes keep darting toward me, searchi

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All Chapters of Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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