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

Chapter 5

Word Count: 815 | Released on: 07/07/2026

crowd like royalty parting the sea. Their smiles were plastered on, perfect and em

er hands poised for a token

small, almost imperceptible

rassment crossed her face, quickly replaced by a familiar

the damage to their reputation. "Come with me," he commanded in a low

et, rhythmic count of my grievances. He took me down a long, quiet corridor

rage

ell of dust and decay. Old furniture, draped in

id. His tone was the same one he migh

gle cot in the corner. I felt nothing.

into this," she said. "Ethan had it picked out

e and beautiful. And at least two sizes too big for me. It was

his voice final. "Clean yourself up. Co

door behind them with a soft click

ed armchair. I would rather wear my rags, my honest poverty, than wrap m

ge of the dusty

walked out of the room,

ed. The spectacle was over; the guests had

e my way to a long table laden with food and

Don't just

o had been with the family since before I was born. Her hair was grayer no

en with glasses of champagne. She thoug

in the west wing are getting thirsty," she

't recog

enuine kindness, and she looked at me and saw a stra

took the heavy tray from her

in the hell do you

ice was a

d fury. He snatched the tray from my hands and, wi

entire ballroom for the second time that ni

, her face a perfect portrait of shock and concern

haking with humiliation and rage. "Are you not done embarrassing us? Now y

pale with fear. "Young Alpha, i

er. He didn't se

glass, the target of his hatred and the entire room's

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

Alma Werewolf

“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.”