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

Chapter 6

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 07/07/2026

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distance between us. "As for playing the

off guard by

jacket, the worn jeans. "You're angry that I'm wearing

ords gather. "But did you ever stop to as

is anger a shield for his growing co

ovement was serene, almost pitying. "I don'

aughter of Alpha Marcus Vance, confessing poverty

n't be mad," she cooed, tugging on Ethan's arm again. "Sister probably just had a tight month. She fo

the surface, generous. Underneath, they painted me as

given him an out, a way to frame this as my fai

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said, my voice still ligh

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fatal accusation. The o

it for granted. Of course the Alpha's daughter received

the air, savoring the weight

s furious eyes and deli

ceived any

ghed, a sound of pure disbelief. "Impossible! The pac

, to finally, publicly expose my "lies,

d out hi

untant, right now!" he announced to the r

ld the phone up, a weapon to destroy me, his face a mask of c

olor. Her hand reached out, a we

rang onc

respectful voice said, clear an

still, a prisone

part of myself, a triumphant smi

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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.”