My Twins Dad Is The Alpha by Snow White

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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The Crimson Fang Pack's territory was quiet, but there was an air of excitement. The pack had gathered in the clearing near the pack's main den, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Alpha Rhodes and his daughter, Tiara.

"Do you think Tiara is ready for this?" a pack member whispered to another.

"Of course," came the reply. "It's been talked about for years. Her 18th birthday is a big deal."

As the murmurs spread through the gathered wolves, the large wooden doors to the main den opened, and Alpha Rhodes stepped out, followed closely by his daughter. Tiara stood tall beside him, her beauty and grace capturing the attention of everyone around her. At just 18, she had grown into her role as the pack's future leader, her eyes reflecting the strength of her bloodline.

"Tonight, we celebrate Tiara," Alpha Rhodes said, his voice strong, carrying across the clearing. "Not just because she's my daughter, but because she is the future of the Crimson Fang Pack."

Tiara smiled, standing proudly beside her father. "Thank you, Father," she said, her voice calm but firm. "It is an honor to be part of this pack, and I vow to lead with strength, wisdom, and respect."

The pack cheered in approval, and Tiara's heart swelled with pride. As the celebrations continued, she noticed a few wolves whispering among themselves, their eyes flicking toward her. It was clear that Tiara's birthday was more than just a personal milestone it was a turning point for the entire pack.

"Tiara," Alpha Rhodes spoke again, his voice low enough for only her to hear. "Are you ready for what comes next? This is the beginning of your journey."

Tiara nodded, looking at her father with determination. "I am ready, Father. I've prepared my whole life for this."

Alpha Rhodes placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but affectionate. "I know you are. The Crimson Fang will thrive with you as its leader. But remember, power comes with responsibility."

"I won't forget," Tiara replied, her gaze steady. "I'll lead with the pack in mind, always."

The moment hung in the air, charged with the promise of what was to come. The Crimson Fang Pack stood united, their future secure in Tiara's hands. And as the moon rose high above the Green Ash forest, Tiara knew that her true journey was only just beginning.

The celebration in the Green Ash forest was in full swing. Wolves of the Crimson Fang Pack were laughing, dancing, and enjoying the night. The air was filled with the scent of roasted meats and the sound of music. Tiara stood by her father, Alpha Rhodes, greeting members of the pack with a smile.

Suddenly, a loud howl pierced the air, cutting through the joy. The pack froze. A cold chill ran through the crowd as they turned toward the sound.

"What's going on?" Tiara whispered, her heart racing.

Before anyone could answer, the Phantom Pack charged from the shadows, led by their ruthless Alpha, Victor. The Crimson Fang wolves scrambled, caught off guard by the sudden attack.

"Defend the pack!" Alpha Rhodes shouted, his voice commanding. He moved forward to lead his wolves, but Tiara could see the panic in their eyes.

Victor, his eyes cold and merciless, lunged toward Alpha Rhodes. The two leaders clashed, their strength shaking the ground beneath them. Tiara watched in horror as her father was overpowered, his fierce roar silenced as Victor pinned him to the ground.

"No!" Tiara cried out, but her voice was lost in the chaos.

The Phantom Pack was ruthless. They tore through the Crimson Fang wolves with ease. Tiara tried to move, to help, but before she could, strong hands grabbed her from behind. She struggled, but it was no use.

"You're coming with us," a Phantom Pack warrior growled, his grip tightening around her arms.

Tiara fought to free herself, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. She looked back at the battle, her heart breaking as she saw her father, struggling to get up but clearly beaten.

"Let me go!" Tiara shouted, her voice full of defiance, but the warrior didn't listen. With a sharp yank, he dragged her away from the clearing, past the fallen Crimson Fang warriors. The once-proud princess of the Crimson Fang Pack was now a prisoner in enemy territory.

As they marched through the woods toward the Phantom Pack's stronghold, Tiara's mind raced. Her father was defeated. Her pack was losing. And now, she was at the mercy of Alpha Victor.

Tiara was thrown into a dark, cold cell in the Phantom Pack's stronghold. The walls were rough, and the air smelled of damp stone. She sat on the floor, her hands bound by thick ropes, staring at the ground. Her once-proud form was slumped, her spirit broken by the attack and the journey here.

The door to the cell creaked open, and Tiara looked up to see Alpha Victor standing in the doorway, his eyes cold and calculating.

"You're here now," he said, his voice harsh. "Your life, your future-it's mine to control. You're nothing but a prisoner."

Tiara clenched her fists, but the words hit her hard. She could feel the weight of his power, and it crushed her spirit.

Victor stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "Your pack is gone, and your father is weak. You're nothing without the Crimson Fang. Here, you're beneath us."

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