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The wolfless girl who took her stepsister's blame returns: I demand what's rightfully mine

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 07/07/2026

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The voice floated down from above, rich and measured, the voice

atulations on

I might have managed a response. But fro

ied to steal my rations. The wolf who had pressed his forehead to mine when we were chi

ise-right up until it

pointed to the Pack Council's legal tribunal. The first case h

taken my hands through the bars. His wolf's eyes had been soft, pl

wouldn't last a week in Silverpine. But you-you've always bee

agile.Isabella

en in. I had been survivin

each other in the cold. He had promised to become a lawyer to fight for the pow

od daughter to Silverpi

eship, he had still carried the eager, hungry ne

tegist, every strand of his dark hair perfectly i

dirt road,the click of the door unlo

lid inside, turned my head,

e going home," I

ed. Shame and fury warred in his ey

now this is a

f prison, so they would never hear my name again. I also wouldn't try to

u have no power, no influence, and no one to rely on, the only

eeing he with my own eyes still made me fee

ter to take matters into your own ha

Bentley shot forward like a bullet, carrying me h

was chasing closely behind.

p alongside us,the window slid dow

ind and the engines. "Come wit

road ahead, on the blur of trees lining the highway

es. He didn't give up. He turned his atten

what authority? A pack lawyer who owes h

ride, his eyes pleading with me. "Elara, please. I was wrong five yea

pen

nvisible to anyone else, ran through me. It was

r the first time, I looked a

eness. There was nothing he could recognize. Only a

ed his foot off the gas, slowing the c

tention for consideration. "I know you don'

e," I

noise of the wind, the engines, everythin

s, the pleas for forgiveness, died on Leo's

om Ethan. It was pure mockery, a

rred in his eyes. He wrenched his steering wheel, a reck

. His eyes went cold. He s

life. We surged forward, leaving the Por

's car became a smaller and smaller

finger, I see," Ethan said, his voice

him, you can stop the car no

sing Leo, even as a lesser of two evils, clearly irritated him.

rutinizing look

gaze back to the road ahead. "I just don

ir, a double-edged blad

urned, but it was different now.

pe with Leo, to grasp at any straw of salvation. My cold, absolute rejection of my former

irst time, he was looking at me and seein

che was

osed my eyes. The brief, intense confrontation h

ttle was st

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The wolfless girl who took her stepsister’s blame returns: I demand what’s rightfully mine
The wolfless girl who took her stepsister's blame returns: I demand what's rightfully mine
“After five years of grueling exile in the wilderness, I was finally brought back to my wealthy werewolf family. But my return wasn't a reunion; it was a carefully staged humiliation. My brother forced me into his luxury car, mocking my worn-out clothes, while my parents shoved me into a dusty storage room the moment I arrived at the pack's grand gala. They publicly branded me a greedy, wolfless failure and accused me of begging for money to fund a lavish lifestyle. I didn't argue. I simply had the pack accountant reveal the truth in front of all the elite guests. For five years, my entire survival allowance had been secretly redirected to my adopted sister, Isabelle, doubling her wealth while I starved. My brother, who once cruelly mocked me for begging for community college tuition, collapsed in guilt when I pulled out my Valedictorian ID from the legendary Blackwood University. For years, I survived on tap water and studied in freezing public libraries, all because my mother forced me to take the fall for Isabelle's crimes. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, until the servants rolled out a massive, multi-tiered cake under a bright spotlight. "Happy Birthday, Isabelle." This wasn't my welcome home party. I was just a prop to make their perfect family look merciful. Looking at their pale, terrified faces, my last illusion of family completely shattered. They thought exposing their financial abuse was my ultimate revenge. But they were wrong. This was only the interest, and I was finally ready to collect the principal.”