I used to be treated like a princess in Lumenclaw Pack.

But the first day after my eighteenth birthday, my Alpha dad brought home a charity case—Callie from the welfare center.

Everything flipped.

Ryell, my own brother, ditched me for her.

Jovan, my future mate? Shielded her.

Even Dad called her sweet, kind—"a thousand times better than you."

Graduation Day. Strike 101. They picked her. Again.

"Aren't I your real family?"

Dad hesitated—but only to hide Callie behind him like some precious thing. Her fake tears. His real slap.

"Such a petty wolf. I wish I'd never had you."

Ryell sneered, "Having a sister like you makes me sick. Get out!"

I didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just packed and walked.

They thought I'd break like always—cry, forgive, crawl back.

But not this time.

I called my mom. Took her offer. Moved to her distant pack.

If they wanted me gone, wish granted.

So why the hell did they come begging when they realized I meant it?

"I'm moving to Stormcrest Pack, Mom."

Silence—then a loud gasp. "You finally said yes!"

Her voice shot up. "What changed? You said you'd never leave! Did your dad pull something?

"I knew he couldn't lead. When we split, I begged to take you. He swore he'd protect you and Ryell. I should've known better. What happened? Who hurt you—I'll make them pay."

My mom always loved me loud and fierce.

She tried to take me back then. Dad shut it down, promised I'd be safe. Ryell clung to my hand, crying like I was his lifeline.

So yeah, I stayed. For them.

Now? They trashed every promise like it meant nothing.

I swallowed the burn. Kept my voice breezy. "Just missed you, that's all."

She caught the crack but let it slide. "I missed you too, baby. Having you home again? Best news ever. I'll book your flight now. I can't wait."

Call ended. Ping—[Flight's in three days.]

Another—[Maria, say goodbye to your friends. I hope we never have to be apart again.]

Goodbye?

Only three faces came to mind—Dad. Ryell. Jovan.

All done with me.

Three days was plenty.

I slipped my phone away, standing at the corner solo while snow hammered down. Wind cut through my coat.

Still called my dad.

Because blood's blood, and goodbyes matter.

One ring—then nothing.

Tried again. His phone was off.

Called Ryell.

It rang forever before he finally picked up. My fingers were going numb.

"Why are you blowing up my phone? Callie almost missed her cue!"

Should've been used to the bias by now. Still hit like claws to the ribs.

"I just... Hey, Ryell. Been a minute. Dinner?"

He scoffed.

I rushed it. "I booked that seafood spot Callie's obsessed with. Tonight?"

Callie—the little orphan Dad brought in.

Since she moved in, I'd never stooped this low for her.

Ryell still sneered. "What now, Maria? Stirring up more drama? Last time you nearly wrecked her performance. What's your play this time?"

Straight-up betrayal. My brother, the one who swore he'd always have my back? Gone.

"It's not like that. Just wanted to see you."

"Well, I don't."

Before he could hang up, her voice slid in, soft and sugary.

"Ryell, don't be mean. You'll make Maria sad."

Dripping honey now—"It's been forever. Let's do dinner. But I'm wiped. Can we eat at home? So sad the maid's off. I'm craving garlic shrimp. Maria, could you cook it for me?"

"Of course," I said. Too fast.

Hung up before Ryell could bail.

I was so caught up in the 'yes,' I forgot one thing—

I'm allergic to shrimp.

Can't even touch it.

I rubbed my frozen hands, sprinting through the snow to grab ingredients.

Back home, I wrangled the shrimps, skin flaring in angry red welts. Fingers throbbing.

Didn't matter. This was the last dinner I'd ever choke through with Dad and Ryell.

By the time I dropped the garlic shrimp on the table, they were all cackling in the living room.

Dad, usually stone-faced, was warm with Callie.

Ryell leaned in close, telling her about his day. He took an orange from her hand. "Our little princess shouldn't be peeling fruit. You've got piano hands."

Jovan came too, with his parents.

They clearly wanted Callie as Jovan's mate, not me.

He sat next to her like she was the only one in the room.

When juice hit her lip, he wiped it with a handkerchief. Gentle. Careful. Like she might shatter.

I stood there. Invisible.

If Callie was in the room, I didn't exist.

The living room buzzed with laughter. The dining room? Cold.

Hard to believe that seat used to be mine.

I was the one they once adored.

Callie turned, smiling. "Maria, why are you just standing there? Come sit with me."

Ryell scoffed. "Why? She'll just kill the vibe. Not every sister's as sweet as you, Callie."

I dug my nails into my palm, holding back the tears.

Forced a smile. "It's fine. I'll stay here. Dinner's ready. You should eat."

By the time I set the last plate down, they were already seated.

Callie had taken my seat.

Dad. Ryell. Jovan. His parents. All there.

No room left for me.

Ryell glanced up.

Before he could speak, I grabbed a plate and slipped back into the kitchen.

His surprise lasted half a second. Then he was back to peeling shrimp—for her.

Barely anything left in the pot. I drank the broth straight.

Seafood was Callie's favorite.

And everyone loved spoiling her. Peeling shrimp, refilling her glass. Her plate never emptied.

Jovan's parents used to dote on me. Now? They'd give her everything if she asked.

Laughter echoed while I stood alone.

That used to be me. The one they cherished.

I was so lost in it, I didn't notice Ryell watching. Our eyes met. I flinched.

His warmth? Gone. Frozen solid.

I turned too fast, elbow caught a plate.

It shattered.

Dad froze mid-bite. Then exploded. "I knew you weren't sorry. Look at this mess. Can't even cook without wrecking the place. Useless mutt!"

I clutched my arm—blood trickling from a glass shard.

'Dad, I'm not useless... I didn't mean to... This was supposed to be our last dinner.'

But I knew—even if I said it out loud, he'd never believe me.

Jovan's mom glanced at me. For a second, she actually looked worried. "Maria's just a kid. They act out when they're hurting. Maybe we've been too hard on her. Someone get her a chair."

Every eye burned through me as she pulled me over.

"Maria, you've lost weight. Sit. Eat something."

Only then did they see me. Really see me.

Dad blinked, like my ribs showing was breaking news. He looked like he might say something—

Then Callie gasped. Loud.

She yanked up her sleeve. "It burns—it's itching!"

In a flash, Dad, Ryell, and Jovan were on her.

Her arm was covered in welts, raw and bleeding.

Dad grabbed her hand. "It's a reaction... but to what?"

Then his glare slammed into me. Ice cold.

He snapped—and slapped me hard.

The sound cracked like thunder.

"How did I end up with a daughter like you? Did you poison the food?! You trying to hurt Callie?!"

I dropped to the floor, cheek blazing, vision going dark.

When I came to, they were all standing over me.

Every eye screaming blame. Disgust.

Like they wished it had been me instead.

Trembling, I whispered, "It wasn't me. I didn't do it..."

But of course, no one believed me.

Ryell sneered. "How did I get stuck with a sister like you? Sick. You cooked just to hurt her!"

Jovan wouldn't even look at me.

"Now you see why I could never make her my mate?" he said to his mom. "I can't stand her."

She opened her mouth, but Dad was already scooping Callie up.

"Get her to a healer. We'll deal with this later!"

They all followed. All of them.

Left me bleeding on the floor.

My cheek throbbed. My arm stung.

But my chest? That was the worst.

I watched them leave as tears spilled.

Same story, every time.

If Callie existed, I didn't.

Something in me snapped—my wolf, silent and still.

The sorrow hit hard, heavy enough to bury me.

But that was it. No more.

I was done. I'd vanish from their world.

And I'd never cry for them again.

I headed to my room, patched up my arm, and started packing.

Screw waiting three more days.

That slap? It shook me clean. No one in this house wanted me here.

Better to leave on my own than wait for the day they threw me out like garbage.

As I packed, it hit me—barely anything here was mine.

Since Callie moved in, Dad and Ryell stopped giving me gifts. Even my allowance dried up.

I'd been juggling school and part-time shifts just to survive. Barely home these days.

Maybe that was a blessing—less to carry.

My eyes landed on an old photo. And yeah, it punched me in the gut.

Years ago, Mom broke the mate bond with Dad. Then she left for Stormcrest Pack's Alpha. When the news dropped, Dad cried all night.

He held Ryell and me close, voice shaking as he said he'd failed as a mate. That's why Mom left.

But as a father? He swore he'd do better. Swore he'd protect us no matter what.

Ryell—tiny, fierce—clenched his fists and promised to be my knight. Said he'd keep his little sister smiling. Said he'd never let me cry like Mom did. Never let me leave.

And for a while... they meant it.

Whenever I got sick, Dad rushed home to take care of me.

Back in middle school, a pack of rogues locked me in a shed.

Ryell found me. Fought all five of them alone. Bloodied, shaking—he made every last one apologize to me.

After that? No one dared touch me.

Everyone knew I had a brother who'd tear the world apart for me.

Jovan was just as good. Brought me his mom's homemade cakes.

Once, I mentioned craving ice cream. Middle of the night, and he drove across the city just to bring it to me.

When I asked why, he looked right into me.

"Maria, I love your smile. I just want you to be happy."

Those words wrecked me. I believed him—every damn word.

So when Dad asked on my eighteenth birthday if I'd consider being Jovan's mate, I didn't even blink.

I saw our future—Jovan at my side, Dad and Ryell always guarding me like the pack they swore to be.

Then the next day, Callie showed up.

And everything snapped sideways.

She had a talent—always knew how to steal the spotlight the second I was alone with Ryell or Jovan.

Again and again, she hurt herself and blamed me. Like it was a game.

She'd lose her doll, then fake the innocent tears. "Maria, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take your things. Can I have my doll back?"

Then she'd bruise her arms, scratch up her face, and run crying into Jovan's chest.

"Jovan, I swear I'll listen to Maria. Please don't let her be mad. I'll be good. Just don't let her friends hurt me again..."

Every time, she made herself the victim—and me the monster.

I tried to hold it together. But when I finally broke—

Dad and Ryell chose her.

Dad's voice was like ice. "I can't believe my daughter is this cruel. I'm disappointed in you."

Ryell slapped me. Pulled her in tight. "Did you forget what it's like to be bullied? I regret ever saving you. Stay away from Callie. Don't you dare hurt her again. Get out!"

Jovan? He cleaned her wounds with gentle hands, whispering to her like I never existed.

Then he bought her my favorite ice cream—just to make her smile.

"Maria," he said, "I want a mate who's kind. Your cruelty scares me. Maybe I shouldn't claim you in a rush."

They locked me out.

Ignored everything I said.

From that day on, this house stopped being mine.