The Alpha Who Chose Wrong Chapter 10
Two years later, I became director of Northlake’s emergency response program.
I trained medics.
I ran mountain rescue drills.
I helped young wolves question any medicine that made their instincts disappear.
My apartment overlooked the water. My refrigerator was covered with photographs from rescue calls, staff dinners, and my first camping trip.
The people beside me in those pictures had never once asked me to carry their bags.
I dated once.
It did not become love, but it taught me that affection could be calm. No hiding. No command beneath a request. No sister waiting downstairs.
That mattered.
My mother lost her medical license and served a sentence for illegal suppression. Odette remained in a
secure psychiatric facility after the attack.
Evander continued to lead Ironwood.
He never took a Luna.
He also kept his promise.
No calls. No gifts. No black cars outside my work.
I saw him once a year at the regional pack summit.
He always lowered his head in greeting.
He never crossed the room unless I invited him.
I never did.
I did not hate him.
Some wounds healed without returning the people who caused them to your life.
One cold morning, I shifted beside Lake Washington and ran beneath the trees.
My silver paws struck wet earth. The Northlake link moved warmly around my mind.
For twenty–one years, my family called me wolfless.
Evander called me unfit.
Odette called me the wrong sister.
They had all been wrong.
I was never the wrong sister.
He was simply the Alpha who chose wrong.