The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter Chapter 10
From that day on, the Reed family tried every angle to reach me.
My blocked messages overflowed with Mom’s sobbing walls of text.
Ethan even wired several large transfers to my old card, all tagged with messages like “Come home,”
“We know they were wrong,” “I will protect you from now on.“‘
I coldly returned every transfer, canceled the old card, and swapped out all my contact information.
I left everything tied to the Silver Moon Pack- along with that busted backpack–in the trash bin of my memory.
Four years of college flashed by. Once I silenced that prison called family, I poured every ounce of energy into my studies and life.
Junior year, I won the United Wolf Packs Council
Scholarship and spent six months as an exchange
student at the combat academy in the Southern Territories.
No more endless demands and belittling. I found a
circle of friends who shared my drive.
We pulled all–nighters on the training grounds and hit the weekend streets together, drinking beer and laughing.
I slowly realized I didn’t need to grovel for anyone’s approval to be loved or respected.
On the eve of graduation, my combat skills earned me the title of United Wolf Packs Elite Warrior–and the position of Beta to the Alpha.
In my idle moments, old high school classmates would occasionally drop gossip about the Silver Moon Pack in the group chat.
I heard Maya eventually got expelled. She came home and fell into online gambling, torching most of Dad’s life savings.
Mom spent her days at bars, crying to anyone
who’d listen about her ungrateful youngest daughter.
Ethan, faced with a bottomless pit of a household, stopped coming home at all.
The family tore into each other daily–a miserable, chaotic mess.
Now and then they’d ask around for news of me, trying to track down their successful eldest daughter
to bail out their crumbling household.
But I had long since left their reach.
Today was my first day as Beta. I walked down the sun–drenched avenue in a tailored suit, heels clicking
against the pavement.
A hot coffee warmed my hand. The vibrant noise of this city filled my ears. A breeze swept past, brushing a stray leaf from my shoulder.
I faced the rising sun and strode forward without a backward glance. The old Claire died in that humiliating summer when she was eighteen.
The woman I am now has a future wide open and a life that burns bright. Whatever happens from here-
I’m walking forward. Never back.