Sorry My Alpha Mom, I Was Born Broken
I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me.
She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir.
The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's.
The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings.
But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently.
And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red.
Then came the sting of silv