29\u2013Such A Betrayal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter had already excused us to attend a call from his royal beta. While he walked out, I was confused, wondering who had come to see me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was it the council members, maybe?\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, once I was taken to the living room for a little talk before dinner was served, I found out who exactly was here to see me, and honestly, it was a completely unexpected arrival.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her again filled me with anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was my half\u2013sister, Yuvonne.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sat on the couch waiting for me, and when she saw me, she stood up with a wide smile plastered on her lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wearing a blue knee\u2013length dress and a sleek black bob, she looked polished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her clothes were all branded, and her whole appearance screamed wannabe models.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But how did her life turn out so well after she had been so horrible to me all these years?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The fact that she was right in front of me shocked me the most.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy, who is she?\u201d Elara asked, tugging at my arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yuvonne\u2019s attention shifted from me to her. She smiled almost too widely. The way she kept flashing smiles made me uncomfortable. She had never been like that before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m your mother\u2019s sister,\u201d she said, already realizing they were my children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline, it\u2019s such a surprise. Honestly, I couldn\u2019t stop myself from coming here after hearing you\u2019d returned. And look at you\u2013you\u2019ve grown so much, and you have children!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spoke with her hands on her chest, giggling softly in a tone completely unlike her old self.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seemed like the same person but with a completely different personality. Nothing about her felt familiar\u00a0<\/p>\n
anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s our aunt?\u201d Gina asked, looking up at me with her neck bent all the way back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, I\u2019m Bodhi,\u201d my son said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as Bodhi stepped forward and offered his hand for a handshake, my body stiffened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had a desperate urge to stop my children from interacting with her, to pick them up and walk away. But Lady Riva was watching me, and so was Alpha Ron.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was a problem in facing my half\u2013sister.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was afraid she would cause trouble and mention that when I ran away, I was pregnant, and that I had fled because I didn\u2019t want to go through with the abortion and also reveal who the father of my baby was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So I stood there, my face tight and my body rigid, just waiting for her to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSuch a reunion,\u201d Lady Riva remarked, smiling. \u201cIt\u2019s a matter of pride that this intelligent and talented woman\u2019s family comes from our pack,\u201d she added, making it clear why she was eager for me to meet my half\u2013sister.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wanted recognition among the other packs, to proudly claim that I was born and raised in hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, I didn\u2019t say a word, even as my sister crouched before my children, shook their hands, and then stood to wrap her arms around me. I didn\u2019t hug her back. I didn\u2019t move at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, why don\u2019t we let them talk, and in the meantime, open your gifts?\u201d Lady Riva suggested to my children, who danced up and down before joining her in the side roon.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Where has Alpha Ron gone?\u201d I wondered. \u201cProbably to check on Baxter and see what\u2019s taking him so long\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the meantime, my throat felt tight. I was annoyed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see a little hostility from you. You don\u2019t have to say it,\u201d she said with a pout. \u201cBut trust me, I\u2019ve changed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried to make me believe that someone like her could change. I just stared at her silently, arms folded across my chest, my foot tapping the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cListen,\u201d she began softly, \u201cI was very insecure growing up. You know our mother\u2013well, my mother. Of course, she was never one to act like a mother to you. She had this habit of making everyone insecure, then making me hurt you to gain her attention and approval.\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
She pouted as she waited for my reaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt made me bitter because the only time she appreciated me was when I was rude to you. So I grew up thinking that as long as I bullied you, I wouldn\u2019t face her wrath. I didn\u2019t realize how wrong it was until you left. But trust me, I\u2019m a changed woman now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was gentle, completely different from before. I still just stared at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could have forgiven anyone who hadn\u2019t laid their hands on me, but not the ones who plotted against my children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then again, she was never the one who tried to push me down the stairs, that was her mother. All I could do was be polite to her, but I could never trust her. She didn\u2019t need to know that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s alright,\u201d I said. \u201cI had a miscarriage anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened at that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d I continued quietly, \u201cwhen I was leaving, Lwas under so much stress that I lost the baby. Leaving was just my way of starting somewhere I was worth something. Then I met my husband, got married, and now I have three children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let all of that spill out at once, terrified someone might put two and two together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, congratulations. Can I have a hug now?\u201d she asked, pouting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way she accepted everything I said so easily made me feel lighter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just for the sake of getting rid of the tension and keeping her from suspecting anything, I nodded. She hugged me again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, I gave her only a small pat on the back, hoping she\u2019d be done and leave. But I didn\u2019t know she wasn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
here to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she pulled away, her eyes drifted past me, and a soft, flirty smile appeared on her lips. Her cheeks flushed pink with shyness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaby, I knew you were coming,\u201d she said, tucking her chin into her shoulders before rushing past me toward the\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
man she called her baby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned and watched her wrap her arms around Baxter, who stood there staring at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, it all hit me, her branded clothes, her changed demeanor. She was dating an alpha, not just any alpha, but my ex\u2013best friend and the father of my child.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The same man who didn\u2019t want to be with me because I wasn\u2019t up to his standards, yet went ahead and started dating my half\u2013sister, the one he knew had abused me throughout my childhood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u65e5\u00a0<\/p>\n
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