Since Alpha You Love My Half-Sister, I'll Bond with Your Uncle
Chapter 5
“It's time to go, Wendy!” Penny’s voice echoed from the stairwell, deliberately sweetened to a sickening degree.
I peered through the gap in the wardrobe and saw her linking arms with Alpha John. The moonstone hairpin in her hair gleamed directly at the hallway security camera.
It was a new addition from Alpha John last week, under the pretense of “protecting the soon-to-be Luna’s safety.”
“I’ll be right down after I change.” I forced a smile in the mirror, my fingertips grazing the faint needle marks on my collarbone.
Three days ago, Penny had “accidentally” injured me with a hairpin, and the spot was still unnervingly pale.
From downstairs came my mother’s curse: “Stop dawdling! The ceremony’s about to begin!”
Alpha John’s footsteps paused at the entrance.
As the door slammed shut, I immediately pulled back the carpet, revealing three metal boxes hidden in the compartment. These were the gifts Alpha John had given me, and I dumped them all into the trash.
Just then, my phone buzzed. A holographic image of a courier appeared.
“Miss Wendy, as per your instructions, three packages have been sent via the wolf pack’s Falcon Courier and are expected to arrive at the altar square at 7:59.”
He shook a whistle in his hand, the token for activating the packages.
“Good.” I reached into my boot and retrieved the recorder, pressing play.
The recording of Alpha John’s secret meeting with a pervert came through:
“Just cripple her with a bullet, don’t kill her. I want her to watch Penny wear the Luna crown.”
As Alpha Vincent’s warriors escorted me to the hovercraft, the bells of the square rang seven times.
The warrior in the driver’s seat handed me a glass of amber liquid.
“Alpha of Winsor pack ordered this. It’s Moon Goddess wine to suppress the tracking spell.”
I tilted my head back and drank it all, tasting a familiar bitterness on my tongue.
The phone suddenly vibrated crazily with a message from Alpha John:
“Where are you? If you don’t show up, I’ll feed your brother’s ashes to the dogs!”
“Penny’s already wearing her Luna gown. Do you want the whole pack to laugh at you?”
“Final warning: You must apologize to Penny tonight, or else!”
I set the phone to silent and opened the live feed on my tablet.
Penny was standing beside Alpha John in a tight-fitting dress.
“Why hasn’t she come yet?” Penny’s voice echoed through the microphone, dripping with feigned innocence.
“John, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her…”
Before Alpha John could respond, three ribbon-wrapped gift boxes suddenly fell from the sky, landing in the center of the altar.
The top card had my handwriting on it: “To my husband and sister — Congratulations on your success.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. The council members whispered among themselves.
Alpha John’s face turned ashen, and as he reached to tear off the ribbons, his fingers were pricked by a needle that suddenly shot out.
It was my special trap, coated with a herb that temporarily paralyzed Alphas.
The first box opened, revealing the papers. The red seal of the council gleamed in the moonlight.
Penny’s fake smile froze instantly, and she flustered as she tried to block it.
Whispers filled the room.
“Sever the bond?”
“Wait… I thought Penny was his Luna?”
“I thought Penny was his soon-to-be Luna…”
The second box opened, and Alpha John staggered back, as though struck by lightning.
Inside the transparent container was a surgical specimen with a clear label: “Patient: Wendy, 16 weeks pregnant, severe hemorrhage due to violence.”
Next to it, an ultrasound photo with the fetus clearly marked in red pen.
On the back was my handwriting: “He doesn’t even know he had a child.”
Penny screamed, lunging toward the projector.
Suddenly, a swarm of reporters surged forward.
“Alpha John, did you know Wendy was pregnant?”
“What is your relationship with Penny?”
The third box automatically opened, but instead of an object, it projected a hologram.
The screen showed Ronald lying in his hospital bed. Penny, dressed as a nurse, snuck into the room, holding a wrench and disconnecting the monitor lines.
The image shifted to Alpha John’s study, where he was stuffing money into the hands of a pervert.
“Make sure the mine collapse is clean this time.”
“No! This is fake!” Penny screamed, rushing toward the projector but was thrown back by the suddenly activated moonstone barrier.
Alpha John stood frozen, while Penny’s face went pale.
