The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter Chapter 07
I read the message and efficiently fed that number to my blacklist too.
Less than five minutes after the call ended, my phone went nuclear–call after call flooding in from
unknown numbers with my pack’s area code.
I switched my phone to silent, tossed it on the desk, and kept reading my combat manual.
The screen lit and dimmed, lit and dimmed, for a solid half hour.
When they realized I wasn’t answering strange
numbers or reactivating my Mindlink, they changed tactics.
A distant aunt who rarely reached out sent a string
of voice messages: [Claire, what is wrong with you?!
After everything your parents have done for you–and you just run off to some school thousands of miles
away?! Maya’s not eating, she’s a mess without you.
You need to come home and apologize. Now.]
Then Mom, using Uncle Leo’s account: [Claire!
You selfish little brat! Maya got burned by soup in the dining hall today–hot soup! She’s got blisters
everywhere! How could you go behind our backs like this? You just abandoned your sister?! Do you even have a heart?!]
Then Ethan: [Claire. Quit pretending you don’t see these. Getting into some fancy academy doesn’t
change anything. Maya gets everything. Not a cent for you. Apologize to her. Now. Or I’ll make sure you regret ever leaving.]
After I’d read through the cascade of accusations, all that remained was a bleak kind of calm.
Their fury wasn’t love. It was the rage of an owner discovering their tool had sprouted legs.
That evening, just as I left the training grounds,
Mrs. Davis called again.
“Claire, you need to be careful. Your father was in my office today. He said even if he has to drag you back himself, he’s bringing you home to take care of Maya.”
“They’re reaching out to the United Wolf Packs
Council—trying to track down your college and dorm assignment.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Davis.” I hung up and shut off my phone.
Let them search. The Silver Moon Pack didn’t have the authority to push around the United Wolf Packs.
Campus security and my advisors here wouldn’t roll over like the past.
The next few days, my life stayed right on track.
Classes during the day, side jobs in the evening, and weekends helping a neighboring warrior brigade.
Freed from the emotional drain of the Reed family,
I thrived.
But I underestimated their obsession with control
-and how thoroughly Maya’s life would collapse without me as her all–purpose caretaker.
Friday afternoon, I’d just finished tutoring and stepped out of the subway when my advisor called.
“Claire Reed, where are you?” His tone was dead Serious.
“Mr. Finch, I’m heading back to campus from the
station. What’s going on?”
“Get to the administration building’s security office. Now.”
He drew a sharp breath. “Claire–three people just stormed into the department office. They say they’re
your parents and your brother. They’re causing a
massive scene, accusing you of stealing cash and running away.”
“They want you expelled, Today. They want us to release you into their custody.”
I tightened my grip on my phone,
To force me back into being Maya’s blood bag, they’d happily slander me and torch my future.
“I’m on my way.”
I hung up, spun around, and strode toward the exit.
If they’d traveled two thousand miles just to be humiliated, I’d gladly grant their wish.