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Chapter 30 The Malicious Susan Summers
The feast downstairs was bustling with life.
Just one floor above, Hannali wailed as I held her, tears also streaming uncontrollably down my face.
For the past five to six years, I have done everything I could to appeal to Zain Summers, hoping that perhaps he would be touched by us or warm up to us one day. However, his attitude toward us remained cold, putting away the flicker of hope in my heart, treating us as though we were nothing but insignificant shadows in his pack.
Even if Hannah had no potential to be an alpha, she was still Zain’s child, his own flesh and blood.
How could he be so heartless?!
Just then, my phone rang. It was a video call from Hannah’s grandmother.
I connected to the call. My mother’s familiar face appeared on my phone screen, with fine lines crawling over her skin, like the claw marks of an old wolf.
Her brows were knit together in a deep frown when she noticed our tear–streaked face. “What happened?!” she exclaimed, her voice hoarse and loud.
I choked on my sobs as I recounted the event. The new young wolf that had joined our pack, Susan, scratched Hannah with her razor–like claws, but the people of the Silvermoon Alliance acted as if they didn’t sniff out that sharp and bitter tang of blood on her and were even busy planning a birthday party for that girl.
My mother was trembling in barely concealed fury as she listened. Once I finished, she slammed her hands on the table and snarled, “I told you! Back then, when there was only Hannah as the sole young female offspring at the Silvermoon Alliance, no matter how big of a ruckus she made, she was always the little princess cherished and protected by the entire wolf pack! But everything changed when that new little wolf cub joined. All their attention has shifted to her, so why would they still care for Hannah?!”
Her words were like daggers, cutting deep into the hollow of my chest.
I looked down at Hannah, still wrapped in my arms. She seemed to pick up on my mother’s angry howls. She thought about being on the receiving end of those sharp claws for the first time in her life, but nobody came to comfort her with their low growls, not her uncles and aunts, and not even her grandparents.
She bawled harder, trying her best to shrink her tiny body to fit into mine, and it pained me listening to her agonizing and helpless cries.
I snapped at my mother, “Mom, that’s enough.”
But she just glowered at me with bloodshot eyes, her voice gruff and solemn. “What do you mean ‘that’s enough? I’m just telling the truth! I can’t believe it, the legitimate heir of the pack getting outshined by a random Omega b*stard!”
I stroked Hannah’s hair and explained to her, resigned, Susan will inherit the Silvermoon Alliance from Laurence and integrate into our pack
Mom scoffed, bringing her fist down on the table hard, the phone screen shaking from the force, “That’s even worse! How can Hannah hold her head up in this pack, where one’s hierarchy determines one’s fate? Vou should not underestimate that now! Omaan h*etard Do you know what cho did in the nerd”
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Chapter 30 The Malicious Susan Summers
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She gave a short pause and lowered her voice to a near whisper, “When she was in the Grayclaw tribe of Northlorn, she pushed her stepinother down the stairs That woman was pregnant at that time, and the baby didn’t survive that fall.
“However, all her uncles flocked around her and protected her instead, ripping the Grayclaw tribe apart to defend her.”
I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Wasn’t it the stepmother that framed her?” Before I could continue questioning, Mom cut me off, “Wait, I’ll show you the evidence.”
She sent me a video soon after.
I clicked on the play button. A woman showed up on the screen, her voice deliberately distorted as she spoke. She claimed to be a close friend of Gynthia Mullen, Susan’s stepmother.
She showed two medical records of Cynthia’s injuries. There was also footage on the right side of the screen: a white werewolf fiercely pinning down another werewolf who was relatively more petite under its deadly talons. Yael, one of Susan’s uncles, held Frank in his clutches and flung him across the room, his back hitting the wall hard, the smell of blood pungent even through the screen.
The faces of the Silvermoon alphas were censored, but Susan’s face was clearly visible in the video.
“You saw that, right? Two massive hemorrhages! Two close calls to death! There was no She–wolf in this world that would risk the life of her child to frame a mere kid! Susan Summers, that woman cannot be allowed to stay in this pack, let alone integrate! She is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You can never know what evil plans she is plotting!”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. “She hurt Hannah today, but no one in Silvermoon came to her comfort. Do you know what this means? That foul creature fooled everyone with her scent, and now she even had Laurence wrapped around her fingers!”
I stared at Susan’s face on the screen, feeling a surge of disgust rising in my throat.
How could Silvermoon accept someone as malicious as her into the pack and dote on her so much?
“It seems like I need to stay wary of her from now on,” I muttered quietly into my daughter’s hair. She had calmed down, but there was an unreadable glint in her eyes.
