Chapter 12 Family
Cynthia’s POV:
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The foul odor of the underground garage hit me the moment I stepped out of the car, and I nearly gagged.
Frank lay on the ground, his limbs pinned by four steel pipes, his arms and legs twisted and discarded like garbage. The blood and gore were enough to make my stomach turn.
We hurried to remove the pipes and pressed his severed limbs back onto the gaping wounds.
Thankfully, Frank was an Alpha. Even in his unconscious state, his natural healing abilities. were slowly kicking in. But the revolting smell of waste on his body was nearly suffocating. Whoever did that had been thorough, even managing to cover up their tracks completely.
We were on Silvermoon Alliance’s turf. Only those eight maniacs would dare to treat Frank, the Alpha of the Grayclaw Tribe, so brutally. We all knew who was behind it, but nobody could say it out loud.
The power imbalance was too great, so we had no choice but to swallow our pride.
I lowered my head, pretending not to notice the anger and helplessness in the others‘ eyes.
I sat by Frank’s bed, forcing a tearful expression. “Frank, are you feeling better?” If he were awake, he’d see right through my fake concern.
Even in my hospital gown, playing the role of the devoted wife and mother, my mind was a chaotic mess.
How did that brat Susan suddenly become the heiress of the southern tribe?
When Tamara told me yesterday, my heart sank, and my pheromones betrayed a hint of panic.
The child I had framed was actually from one of the four influential families!
How could I not be terrified? My miscarriage wasn’t an accident–it was all my doing.
The Grayclaw Tribe was on the brink of collapse. Not only was Frank bankrupt, but he also faced punishment from the Alpha Council.
I didn’t want to be dragged down. I was still young and beautiful. I could find a stronger Alpha.
A child? It would only hold me hack
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The plan had been flawless. Susan had no support in the Grayclaw Tribe, not even from her father, who wished she would die.
But who would have imagined she was the apple of the eye of the Silvermoon Alliance’s leader?
Now, real fear gnawed at me. What if the Silvermoon Alliance found out the truth? I unconsciously gripped the bed sheets as my mind raced with dread.
What should I do?
I had to find a way to keep Susan from exposing me.
Susan’s POV:
The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the temple healing center, making my nose sting.
I abruptly opened my eyes, the harsh fluorescent light leaving bright spots in my vision.
The pain in my bandaged ribs throbbed, but the empty room hurt more. Of course, no one would stay with an Omega like me.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. My body tensed, nails digging into my palms.
“Don’t be afraid.” Eason walked in, his muscles shifting smoothly beneath his white coat. His fingers, still stained with blood, nudged a meal box toward me. “It’s congee. No ginger.”
I didn’t touch the food. My eyes stayed on his blood–stained fingertips, picking up Dad’s
scent.
A soft, wounded sound escaped my throat, but I swallowed it down.
A flurry of footsteps approached. Grandpa, clutching his black cane, was the first to enter, followed by my uncles. They nearly filled the entire ward.
Yael’s voice cut through, “She needs raw beef! A recovering cub needs-
“Silence!” Grandpa smacked Yael’s shin with his cane. “Raw beef? Susan just woke up. She can’t eat that yet!”
He gently lifted a piece of fish and offered it to me. “Susan, want some fish? It’s soft and tasty.”
Freddie held out a bowl of lean meat congee, his smile warm and kind. “Or maybe some congee instead?”
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I wanted to cry.
For the first time, I felt like I had a family.
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“Fish,” I mumbled, my voice scratchy. My right ear burned with heat. “Grandpa, I want … the fish.”
His eyes turned red, and he nodded quickly. “Yes, fish is good. Eat the fish!”
I took the piece he handed me. It was the best cut of bluefin tuna, a delicacy I’d only seen on Dad’s table during special occasions.
After eating, sleepiness washed over me. Werewolf healing used up a lot of energy, leaving me easily tired and in need of rest.
Grandpa and my uncles gently urged me to sleep and then left the ward.
I closed my eyes, feeling safe.
“Susan… Susan!”
My eyes shot open, and I searched the empty ward.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. But when I shut my eyes again, the voice came back.
“Susan … Susan … Susan!”
I clenched the sheets as I nervously stared in the direction of the voice.
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