Since Alpha You Love My Half-Sister, I'll Bond with Your Uncle

“Wendy, are you absolutely sure you want to sign this document?”

The Elder’s voice rang in my ears—cold, distant.

“Once your bond with Alpha John is dissolved, you’ll lose everything tied to the Blackthorn Pack.”

I gripped the pen so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

But just as the tip touched the paper—

BANG!

The door was kicked open with a violent crash.

Alpha John stormed in, eyes bloodshot, and wrapped his hand around my throat.

“You dare?!”

Blood slipped from the corner of my lips… but I laughed.

Because I knew—he would never discover the truth.

That his dear uncle, Alpha Vincent, was hiding in my closet at this very moment.

And the fresh bite mark on my lower belly… still burned from last night.

As if fate was mocking me, my sweet little sister Penny sent a message right then:

“Sis, wanna know a secret? That miscarriage you had? John planned it. He made it happen.”

Then the TV flickered to life with a breaking live broadcast—

There she was, Penny, gently stroking her swollen belly as she smiled into the camera.

“John and I are expecting our baby next month,” she announced proudly to the entire Pack.

And Alpha John—my “husband”—stood beside her, lovingly kissing her forehead.

Like I never existed.

Like I wasn’t the Luna written in law.

“Miranda,” my wolf snarled in my head,

“Rip those traitors apart—now!”

But I didn’t.

I wiped the blood from my mouth, and dialed the number I hadn’t called in five long years.

“Vincent,” I said calmly,

“Come get me.”

“Please… please, come get me,” I sobbed, clutching the phone tightly.

“I have to leave this place. I’ll agree to any condition.”

A sharp, worried voice answered instantly. “What happened, Wendy? Are you hurt?”

I wiped my tears and cleared my throat. “I’m fine. I’ve just had enough of this fake place.”

“When should I come for you?” the voice asked.

“In seven days,” I replied.

“This is the last time, Wendy. Don’t disappoint me again.”

The call ended. I slowly got up from the floor.

But another voice echoed coldly in my mind—tinged with disdain.

“Only now you want to leave? What were you waiting for?”

I closed my eyes. It was her—Miranda, my wolf soul.

“Wendy, you’re free to go,” the nurse said kindly.

I nodded and smiled at her, then limped out of the pack hospital.

In my heart, I wished for a message or a call—but there was nothing.

The phone stayed silent, and oddly, that silence brought me relief—no more lies to fabricate.

In the living room, the holographic TV was broadcasting the pack’s celebration.

My mother didn’t even glance up.

She was feeding peeled grapes to Penny. “Our sweet Penny, always so good. Not like someone else who can’t even serve tea without breaking a cup.”

My fingers tightened around the tray, the cracked rim digging into my palm.

Three days ago, Penny had “accidentally” knocked the tray from my