Contos e Romances de Werewolf sobre Familial Bond

Three months had passed since I was brought back to the Tervo pack. Melissa Blackwell, the fake daughter, kicked me out of the car in a downpour—again. By the time I got home, I was soaked through. My birth father, Thorold Blackwell, was teaching her about wolves. My birth mother, Seraphina Blackwell, had simmered apples in red wine for her and watched her with a tender smile. The room was full of laughter until I walked through the door. Thorold turned his attention back to his book. Seraphina picked up the cups and went to the kitchen. Melissa rolled her eyes at me. "You really are clingy, aren't you? No matter what I do, I can't shake you." I gripped the hem of my dripping clothes, swallowed the lump in my throat, and went to my room. In that small, dark room, I could hear everything outside the door. Melissa asked coyly, "Mom, Dad, she's your biological daughter, after all. Isn't it a little cruel to treat her this way?" Seraphina soothed her. "In our hearts, you are our only daughter. Blood doesn't mean a thing." Thorold nodded. "Exactly. And even if she doesn't like it, where else is she gonna go? Her adoptive parents are the lowest kind of Omegas. Letting her stay here is compensation enough." I stood up and laughed out loud. So that was it. They thought I would endure everything because I had nowhere else to go. What they didn't know was that my adoptive parents were not the Omegas they imagined, and I didn't need their pack. If this house had no room for me, I would go back to my real home.

On the day my brother and I were born, a witch predicted that my success would drive him into severe depression. She said my brother would take wolfsbane and kill himself during our awakening ceremony at eighteen. So for eighteen years, our parents did everything they could to hold me back. On the day of our awakening, my father kicked me into the dungeon once used to hold condemned prisoners. I begged them to let me attend the awakening ceremony, but my father locked the door tight. “You know awakening your wolf could push your brother to his death, and you still insist on going through with the ceremony? Are you actually trying to kill him?” As the silver poison seeped from the chains binding me, I struggled desperately. “Mom, there’s silver poison in here! Please, let me out!” But my mother didn’t believe me. “Ethan, stop pretending. That cell was cleared of silver poison years ago!” “Your brother is one step away from escaping that prophecy, and all you can think about is yourself?” Listening to their footsteps fade away, I felt my life slowly come to a painful end. But why did my parents go mad with regret after I died?

In Black Wolf Pack, when a pup was born, the parents would place a moonstone on the Moon Goddess' Altar for safekeeping. Before the pup reached adulthood and underwent their first shift, the moonstone was crafted into a protective amulet to be worn at all times. This granted them the Moon Goddess' protection for the rest of their lives. Before my coming-of-age ceremony, my boyfriend, Steven Payton, personally made protective amulets for my twin sister, Wendy, and me. Wendy's protective amulet was an exquisite gold necklace set with two moonstones. It had a crescent mark engraved on it to symbolize the Moon Goddess' blessing. Mine was a plain gold wolf-bone pendant. I froze. "Steven, where's the moonstone on mine?" Steven's hand stopped as he fastened the necklace around Wendy's neck. "Nancy, Wendy's wolf spirit is too weak. She needs twice the Moon Goddess' blessing. "The gold wolf-bone pendant can also ward off evil and protect you. It won't be any less effective than one with a moonstone." Mom said unhappily, "Nancy, it's still a protective amulet. Don't let something this insignificant ruin your coming-of-age ceremony." Dad added, "Nancy, you're the older sister. Just let Wendy have it." 'Just let Wendy have it.' I'd heard those words for eighteen years, and I'd spent eighteen years doing exactly that. I thought that once I became an adult werewolf and chose Steven as my partner, I'd finally have someone who would choose me first. Now, it seemed that kind of love would never be mine either. If that was the case, then I didn't want any of them anymore.

When they dumped my sister Ayana Vale's body into the altar, it was in pieces, mangled beyond recognition. I overheard the warriors who had dumped her body there. They said she had been framed for conspiring with a witch to harm Lilith Voss, Silver Moon's future Luna, and had been subjected to dozens of brutal tortures before she finally died. "No one really believed she was working with a witch. They only had Lilith's word for it. But the Alpha refused to let Ayana defend herself. He simply decided that Lilith's miscarriage had been caused by a witch's curse. Poor girl kept calling out for her sister right up to the end." That was how I learned what had happened to Ayana. I was away sacrificing my wolf in exchange for the Moon Goddess's protection over the pack. Before I left, Soren Blackwood, my childhood friend and the Alpha of Silver Moon, had sworn to protect Ayana. But he had branded Ayana a witch's accomplice and condemned her to brutal torture for the sake of another woman. I looked down at Ayana's broken body, and a bitter laugh escaped me. Day after day, I prayed at the altar, sacrificing myself to secure a century of prosperity for the pack. And they had repaid me by torturing my sister to death. If that was how it would be, then the pack I'd spent so long protecting was also mine to destroy.

The day Alpha Kyle Locke came to deliver the marking token, he brought two, just like always, and let my sister Serafina Voss choose first. One was a custom-made moonstone collar, a specialty piece from Frost. The other was a wolf fang pendant, the kind sold in every shop in town. Neither of us said anything. Everyone just waited for Serafina to reach out first. Never mind that this token had been chosen for my marking ceremony with Kyle, not hers. But this time, I moved first. My fingers landed on the moonstone. I spoke before anyone else could. "Can I be the one to choose, this time?" Kyle frowned. "Ella, Serafina's health is delicate. The moonstone will help settle her wolf. Yours is already steady. The pendant is more than enough for you." I didn't pull my hand back. I looked at the two tokens in front of me, and it finally hit me. Every choice in my life had been made exactly like this. Serafina's blood ran nobler, so she always got to choose first. I was the one who gave ground, every single time, right up until Kyle came along. Everyone had expected Kyle to pick Serafina as his Luna. In the end, he chose me instead. I thought, for once, I was the one who'd been chosen, not the one left with the scraps. It took me a long time to understand that the position of Luna was mine, but the priority behind it always belonged to Serafina. Not this time. I wasn't going to be the one who came second, not anymore.

For as long as I could remember, whenever my sister Bella made a mistake, I was always the one who got punished. My mother used the pain of my punishments to teach her a lesson. When Bella was caught stealing from a store in the territory, my mother made me apologize in front of everyone. She wanted to teach her that she should never touch anything that did not belong to her. When Bella lost the territory's tribal amulet, my mother made me take the whip in her place. She wanted to teach her to be more careful and stop being so careless. Later, Bella became obsessed with drinking cough syrup. My mother was afraid that drinking too much would hurt her health, so she mixed lethal wolfsbane into a bottle of medicine and left it in the most obvious place in my room. I drank it by mistake and writhed on the floor in agony. My father drove me to the royal infirmary that same night. On the way, we ran into a group of guards checking travel permits. My father's permit had clearly passed inspection, but my mother insisted that it was fake. "You wolves these days are absolutely useless. You can't even tell that it's a fake travel permit?" I was in the back seat, too weak to even shift into my wolf form anymore. Yet my mother was still sternly lecturing Bella. "Look carefully. This is what happens when you drink things you're not supposed to." She kept talking, completely unaware that she had blocked the mind link between us. Due to that, she could not feel my wolf spirit weakening little by little. I had given my life for this final lesson. Was she satisfied now?

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister, Lena Sylan Carter, and I, who was five months along, were taken to the pack infirmary. My mother walked straight past me while I clutched my belly in agony. She assembled the infirmary’s best healers around Lena, all to treat a minor burn to the back of her hand. “Lena is just a fragile human. She doesn’t have healing powers. Even a small wound could become infected or leave a scar. “Odette Carter, you’re my flesh and blood. If I were to give you priority, the elders will have something to say about that. “Why are you making this about yourself and competing with Lena for attention? You’re about to become a mother yourself. It’s time you grew up!” I grabbed desperately at her pant leg, only for her to shake me off in annoyance and walk away. Little did she know, my wolf had been severely injured. My healing ability was gone. Blood ran down my legs, and the pain in my abdomen shifted into hollow numbness. The truth that my mother wasn’t impartial sank in. I simply wasn’t the one she favored. My vision blurred. I knew that I didn’t have much time left.

My younger sister, Selena Shaw, was born with a weak wolf. The pack healer warns our family that she must not be startled at any cost. Consequently, my own life is forced into a state of stifling silence. To avoid triggering her wolf, I never dare to vent my emotions. Even if I'm injured, I can't cry out in pain. My parents always stroke my head with a look of guilt on their faces. "You're so sensible, Camellia. We need to protect Lena's wolf together. You're very healthy, so you should be more accommodating to her, alright?" One day, while we are out camping with the rest of the pack, I accidentally knock over a stack of firewood, and the noise startles Selena. Her wolf immediately spirals out of control, and she breaks down in hysterical sobs. Furious, Dad shoves me hard and lashes out at me. "Can't you have been more careful? Are you trying to get your own sister killed on purpose?" I stagger back and crash heavily into the rack behind me, where various hunting tools are hung up. A silver hunting knife stabs me right in the back of my chest, behind my heart. However, the rest of my family is busy tending to Selena, who is crying and lashing out hysterically. Nobody turns to look at me at all. I sink to the floor and feel my consciousness dying out. I wonder if my giving up my chance at survival for Selena is accommodating enough for them.

The pack threw a massive party for my sister, Aria. She got into the Royal Wolf Academy. My father, the Alpha, pinned the pack crest to her gown. It was the ultimate symbol of Stonecrest’s future. His voice boomed over the crowd, "Aria is a once-in-a-generation prodigy! She showed Alpha dominance at just sixteen. She is our fiercest weapon." And me? His other daughter. I stood in the corner. Completely invisible. No one even offered me a drink. At dinner, my mother—our flawless Luna—bragged about every single achievement, "Aria shifted at ten. She won the Northern Trials at thirteen without a single scratch. She only studied for six months to get into the Royal Academy!" An old elder finally glanced my way and asked, "And Cassian? I heard she got accepted somewhere too?" My mother’s smile froze. My father just looked away in silence. Aria broke the silence, "Yes. Cassian's college is pretty far from the pack..." I got a full ride to Columbia University. The acceptance letter has been on my nightstand for fifty days. But nobody asked about it. My mother quickly recovered, forced a smile, and told the elder, "Cassian is just so independent. She always handles things on her own." Independent. Right. Was I 'independent' at ten? Aria and I both had our first shift. She got a rare elixir from our parents to stabilize her power. I was left to fight my rampaging wolf alone, again and again. Was I 'independent' at thirteen during the Northern Trials? A feral beast attacked. I took every hit to protect Aria. My parents rushed to check on her, terrified. I was left to stitch my own wounds in silence. At eighteen, to make sure Aria got into the Royal Academy, I was her sparring partner by day and her tutor by night. I even did the servants' chores when they were away. Does cleaning up every mess my perfect sister makes mean I am 'independent'? The party ended. The guests left. My mother ordered me to clean up the hall. The gifts were piled high. Every single one wa

Before the deadline for college applications in the werewolf territories, everyone gathered around my twin sister to discuss where she should go. My older brother Damian, the Beta of our pack, pointed to Blackthorn Academy. “Of course you should choose Blackthorn. It’s my alma mater. Once you’re my junior, no one will dare bully you.” My boyfriend, Noah, pushed a Northstar Academy brochure toward her. “Don’t listen to your brother. Come to the capital with me. We can be classmates for another four years.” No one thought there was anything wrong with my boyfriend planning my sister’s future—not even Noah himself. My parents smiled in agreement. “With Noah and Damian looking after you, we won’t have to worry.” It wasn’t until there were only thirty minutes left before the application system closed that they remembered I had also taken the Seven Territories College Entrance Exam that year. My mother said casually, “Your grades are average. Just choose a college near the capital.” My brother didn’t even look up. “Right. That way, you can still come over on weekends and keep your sister company.” Noah, the Alpha heir, frowned at me, his voice carrying its usual note of criticism. “There are only thirty minutes left. Don’t miss the deadline because you were careless again and make everyone clean up your mess.” No one had asked about my exam score. And no one knew that the girl they had always dismissed as mediocre had ranked first in the entire Northern Territory. I slowly unclenched my fists and turned to the final page of the admissions guide. There was a university on the coast, twelve hundred miles away. If I accepted its offer, I would leave this pack for at least four years. This time, I didn’t remind them about me. I simply turned my laptop toward myself and clicked Confirm.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the keepsakes I left for Anna and let Stella steal Anna's mate. My son, Jace, even sent all the healers away while Anna was dying in labor—just to treat Stella's migraine. My heart bled. I willingly protected this pack for ten years, and this is how they treated my daughter? I walked out of the Sanctuary. They didn't know—I could protect the pack, but I could also destroy it.

The Silver Moon Pack has a tradition. Every female wolf about to have her bonding ceremony receives a flower crown woven from Moonshadow flowers. These flowers only bloom near the Moon Goddess statue and must be handpicked by family members. It represents the Goddess's blessing and the family's love. My twin sister, Stella, and I share the same birthday. But our older brother, Blake, only brought back one crown. It was intricate and gorgeous. Stella squealed in delight. Our mother, Eleanor, affectionately stroked Stella’s hair, telling her she would always be her shining pearl. Our father, Richard, added sternly that if Stella’s future mate ever bullied her, he would make him pay. No one thought anything was wrong. I asked Blake, "Where's my crown?" He looked awkward. "I just wanted Stella's crown to look perfect, so I used up all the Moonshadow flowers around there." My mother clicked her tongue impatiently. "So he used them, big deal. We'll just pick a few roses from the garden for you when the time comes. Stop throwing a tantrum over such a little thing." I watched my family huddle around Stella, and finally accepted the fact that they didn't love me. When my future mate asked me if I really wanted to move our bonding ceremony up by a day, I replied without hesitation, "Yes, let's do it."

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen stone and tried to scramble toward him to demand an explanation. Nobody in that silent crowd stepped forward. My father looked away and said coldly, "Brynn has already suffered for years out there. You shouldn't fight her over this." My eldest brother, Rian Valentine, blocked my way. "Talia, it's time you saw yourself clearly. You're no match for Brynn. "If you insist on opposing this mating, I'll sever our family ties." The System detected that Silas's affection level for me had fallen to zero and activated automatically. [Talia, this assignment has failed. Your heart is predicted to stop in ten days, after which a new body will be created for you. Do you confirm that you wish to abandon this assignment?] Even as I lay facedown in the frozen mud, I couldn't help laughing. Failed? No. I could finally leave. I had no strength left to love, but death would set me free.

At the Silverpine Pack's annual winter market, Dad bought a Christmas chocolate bar for Chloe and one for me. I accepted mine happily, but Chloe burst into tears. "Why does she get the same thing as me? Ever since she came along, I haven't been your only baby anymore!" Mom immediately took the chocolate bar from my hand. "Chloe can have this one too. You can eat something else later." But I wanted a chocolate bar too. Dad had bought that one for me. I started crying, and Mom suddenly lost her temper. "You've already taken half of your sister's love away from her. Now you can't even let her have one chocolate bar? You're already competing with her for attention at your age. Who knows how selfish you'll become when you grow up?" Frightened, I stopped crying and grabbed the hem of her coat. "Please don't be mad, Mommy. Ella won't eat it." Mom stared at me for a few seconds, but her expression only grew darker. She returned to the stall, bought an entire box of chocolate bars, and shoved it into my arms. "You wanted chocolate, didn't you? Sit here and finish every one of them. You're not allowed to leave until the box is empty." With that, she took Chloe's hand and walked away. Dad did not follow them immediately. He crouched in front of me and stroked my hair, looking uncomfortable. "Stay right here and be good, Ella. Once Mommy calms down, Daddy will come back for you." I unwrapped one bar, then another. The chocolate was so sweet that it began to taste bitter. I had just picked up the fifth chocolate bar when a piercing fire alarm rang through the mall. People screamed and rushed toward the exits. I stayed on the bench. Instead of running with them, I ate faster. Mom had told me I could not leave until I finished everything. I could not make her angry again.

I’d just stepped onto the moonstone stage at Ettelgard Academy’s annual Induction Ceremony. The screen behind me went black. The next second, a recording blasted through the hall. 【“I’m out of funds. Send me five thousand.”】 【“I need the Alpha-level combat ring tonight. Give me access.”】 【“If you don’t, I’m telling everyone your big secret. Your whole ‘untouchable Alpha’ act? It’ll be over. You’ll be ruined.”】 The crowd of a thousand elites from every major pack went silent. Then whispers erupted. That girl on the recording? The one shamelessly demanding credits? Yeah. That was me. And the guy she was "blackmailing"? Julian Valerius. The strongest pureblood wolf of our generation—the one everyone expected to become an Alpha. Scarlett, the Beta pack’s heir, stormed the stage. She pointed right at me, her voice shrill with fake righteousness. “Did you hear that? Aurora Vance isn’t some quiet bookworm. She’s a leech! A parasite who’s been blackmailing Julian for credits and privileges! A disgrace to her bloodline! She doesn’t deserve any honor from this academy!” A thousand sharp glares cut into me like daggers. On the dais, the Elders’ faces were grim. Scarlett savored my humiliation, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Aurora, Julian is too generous to stoop to your level. But you will apologize. You will beg this academy for forgiveness for being a shameless, clinging fraud!” I stared at the screen, the recording of my "blackmail" still playing. Exhausted, I pressed my fingers to my forehead. This was a total joke. Julian Valerius is my grandfather’s youngest son. My dad’s little brother. He is my literal, honest-to-God uncle. And that “big secret”? It was a threat to tell everyone how our grandmother used to chase him around the manor with a switch when he was a kid.

Our pack was in financial trouble, so my brother drugged me and put me in Rowan Gale's bed to save it. "Penny, the pack is short on money. The only thing that can save us is a deal with Rowan Gale. "You're exactly his type. Do this for the pack. Sleep with him for one night. "You might even become his Luna." Half-conscious, I was delivered to Rowan Gale's room by my brother. At first, I was frightened. Then I heard the name, and the weight lifted from my chest. I caught myself smiling. After all, the Rowan Gale they spoke of with such awe had once knelt before me and thanked me for saving his life. And I'd taught him every method he used to run that pack. I wondered what his expression would be when he saw me in his bed. I also wondered how comfortable my brother's life would be after offending him.

My boyfriend Theo Pemberton promised that once I got into the Werewolf Noble Academy, he would take me all over the city. Later, I earned the highest score in the pack and won admission to the Academy. Yet when that day came, everyone escorted my twin sister, Susanna Linden, into the city before me. Susanna went to the Hill City campus with Theo. I left alone for the remote Moon City campus. I would never again obsess over his promise to take me all over the city.

The day before Thanksgiving, my younger sister, Lily, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard the sharp snip of scissors behind me. The hair I had spent seven years growing for my winter marking ceremony had been cut off at the nape of my neck. Rowan had once promised that when we officially became mates, he would pin up my hair himself and place a moonstone crown on my head. But Lily collapsed onto the couch laughing, still clutching the severed length of hair. “Sorry! I cut off a little too much. Claire, you look like a wolf who failed to shed properly!” My mother laughed too. “It looks better this way. At least you won’t wear it loose all the time.” My father impatiently told me to sit down and eat. “Hair grows back. Lily only teases you because you’re the person she’s closest to.” Holding back my tears, I looked at Rowan, hoping he would at least defend me. Instead, he was looking down at his phone, transferring money to Lily. “Two hundred dollars. A bet is a bet.” Rowan held up his phone. “She bet you’d cry within a minute. I gave you three. Claire, couldn’t you have tried a little harder for me?” The entire room erupted in laughter again. When I was sixteen, Lily wrote “Runt” across the back of my training shirt and let my classmates mock me for an entire year. When I was twenty-one, she hid my glasses and made me miss my graduation defense. Every time I got angry, they asked me the same question. “Why can’t you ever take a joke?” Only then did I finally understand. I had never been the daughter, sister, or future mate they wanted to protect. I was nothing more than a toy they could hurt as much as they wanted because they knew I would never leave. But this time, I was done playing along.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact tone. “Eliana, you have to go to the border to prove you’re worthy of being the next Luna. If I give you the best room now, the pack will question it.” “Chloe is different. Her father gave his life for us. We’re all she has. This room is an honor she deserves. It will help her heal.” My brother, Jasper, was already excitedly talking to Chloe about building a hot spring on her terrace, one that would catch the moonlight. And my mate, the future Alpha Rhys, was personally overseeing the decorations, making sure Chloe’s room was perfect. I sat in the great hall, watching them all. So busy. So happy. I wasn't forgotten. Worse. They all subconsciously believed that to repay that debt, I should give up everything. Even my own mate had become part of the compensation package. Fine. If there was no place for me in the Pack House, the symbol of our future, then I’ll give it all up. I unlocked my phone. An email from the Lycan Research Institute sat in my inbox. I signed the contract. A ten-year commitment to the “Wolf Gene-Origin Project.” No contact with the outside world. This time, I was really leaving. And I was never coming back.

I was born with Alpha blood, yet I spent my entire childhood drifting from pack to pack. At the pack orphanage, the woman in charge always said I was slow and couldn't pick up on anything unless it was said outright. At the charity school, the boy at the desk next to mine shoved the phone he'd secretly brought to school into my backpack. "Hide this for me. The teacher's coming." I raised my hand. "Sir, he just put his phone in my backpack. "He forgot his own backpack today." When I grew up, I joined the Thornwood pack without any trouble and started working as a warrior trainer. The Alpha was handing out assignments. The pack's Gamma nudged me with his foot and lowered his voice. "Tell him you can take on more warriors. You're new, so you should be doing more of the work." I nodded, stood up, and looked at our new leader. "Alpha, the Gamma wants an easier load. "He says new people should be doing more of the work. "You just became this pack's Alpha, didn't you? That makes you new too. So shouldn't you be doing more than any of us?" After that, nobody in the Thornwood pack ever confided in me again. Then my birth parents brought me back to the pack I was born into. Four years later, they finally held the homecoming dinner they owed me. Their adopted Omega daughter, Elena, walked right past me and sat down between my parents. She hooked her arm through my mother's and smiled at me. "Aurora, this has been my seat for twenty-three years. You don't mind, do you?" Everybody sat there waiting for me to be gracious and step aside. I asked her directly, "You think I might mind? Is that because it's the daughter's seat?" She gave a small laugh. "Well, isn't it?" I unleashed the full force of my Female Alpha aura and went on. "If it's their daughter's seat. "Then you've had it long enough. Give it back to me now."