เรื่องสั้นแนว Obsessive Werewolf และนิยายในฉาก Family Emotions

I accidentally wore the jewelry belonging to the former Luna of the pack on my birthday. My ten-year-old stepson, Soren Lambert, doesn't hesitate to push me down the stairs because of that. He looks just like his father, Michael Lambert, as he looks at me in a high and mighty manner. My face is completely twisted in pain at that time. But Soren's expression remains icy. "You really think you'll become the pack's Luna just because you put on my mom's jewelry? Once I inherit the Alpha position, the first thing I'll do is exile you from the pack!" Pain continues to swallow me whole. My heart breaks into countless pieces at the same time. After all, I've personally raised Soren since he was a pup. But when faced with Soren's hurtful accusations, I don't even feel a trace of sadness or anger. Instead, a wave of calmness washes over me. "You don't have to wait till you're all grown up. I'll grant your wish tomorrow."

I was the Alpha and Luna’s only daughter, yet I had depression, the illness my mother despised most. Mom took me for a mental health assessment. On the form, I checked “I often feel sad.” She crossed it out right away. “Your dad and I love you so much. Why would you be sad?” I checked “I’m afraid to talk to people.” She frowned again. “You were so outgoing when you were little. Don’t put that.” I didn’t argue. She said I wasn’t sad, so I changed my answer to “Never.” She said I slept just fine, so I erased “I often have trouble sleeping.” By the time we finished, I’d changed almost every answer to the one she wanted. The results came back normal. Mom let out a relieved breath and pulled my coat snug around me. “You scared me, sweetheart. I knew you couldn’t have it. Only Omegas get that illness. You’re stronger than that.” Once we got home, I stopped asking anyone for help. I thought losing me would erase the only flaw in Mom’s perfect life. But Mom, why did you fall apart after I died?

The day before the final round of Beta selection, I was poisoned with wolfsbane and locked inside my burning house. The fire spread too fast, and my weakened state prevented me from shifting. My wolf, Emma, screamed in my mind, but I couldn't escape. I clawed at the door as the flames seared my skin. When I was rescued, my body was covered in burns, my skin raw and torn. Outside the operating room, I heard my mother sobbing, repeating, “It’s my fault... I locked the door by accident... I never meant to...” Alpha David, my mate, called for every healer to restore me, but his cold words to my mother were chilling: “If Serina wasn’t so vain and selfish, I wouldn’t have had to do this. Becky was fragile, struggling with depression, yet Serina flaunted her success in front of her. This is what Serina owes her.” David’s actions were meant to pave the way for Becky to become Beta, but I was the one who suffered. He claimed to be treating me well, but destroying my health and future didn’t feel like care. I pressed my hand to my bandaged chest, the numbness spreading. Emma growled inside me, weakened by the wolfsbane. I no longer wanted the love of the mother who betrayed me or the mate who was supposed to protect me. I wanted nothing from them anymore.