Chapter 3 Chapter 3
Chapter 3
“What did I do wrong?” My voice sounded unbearably sorrowful in the oppressive air, carrying a faint echo like a wolf’s howl. My eyes were bloodshot, tears of rage and grief mixing together.
Alvin met my reddened gaze and hesitated briefly. For a fleeting moment, a trace of humanity softened his feral edge but it vanished almost instantly, replaced once again by cold indifference.
“Forget it, Alvin. Even though I nearly died from the fall…” Mia spoke up at the perfect moment, her voice fragile and innocent, while her eyes flickered with hidden provocation in my direction.
“I don’t blame Miranda , and I don’t need her apology.” She cried pitifully, looking as though she had truly been wronged. “You and Miranda are still getting married later. I don’t want the two of you to fight because of me.”
Alvin sighed softly. “Mia, you’re so understanding. Sometimes you really make my heart ache.” Then he turned toward me, his expression instantly hardening. His gaze felt like it could swallow me whole. “In the end, you’re just jealous of Mia. You can’t stand seeing her live better than you.”
“For Mia’s sake, I won’t pursue this today. But if you dare hurt her again, I won’t forgive you.” He lifted Mia into his arms and said coldly before leaving, “You’re not even half as good as your sister.” He walked away without looking back, like a werewolf carrying off its prize.
I was left alone in the empty living room, staring blankly at the leaves drifting outside the window like a lone wolf abandoned by its pack, drowned in loneliness and grief. The broken howl echoed in my heart. At last, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I crouched down, buried my face in my hands, and sobbed, letting out a low, mournful wolf-like cry.
This was the last time the very last time I would cry over Alvin Robbins. I swore silently that I would never allow these people to hurt me like this again.
That afternoon, Alvin made a post on social media. It was a set of nine photos, showing nine different corners of a house. That house had once been meant to be our marital home, but now it had become the love nest he shared with Mia. The caption read: “Every room, every piece of furniture, and every decoration was personally selected and arranged by me, just to give my baby a warm and comfortable home.”
Congratulatory messages flooded the comments. The lively atmosphere resembled werewolves gathering around a fire, cheering loudly.
“Mr. Robbins, congratulations on having a son so soon!” “So Miranda and Mr. Robbins are getting married because of the child congratulations!” “Miranda is so lucky to have such a great husband like Alvin. I’m jealous!” “I wouldn’t miss your wedding in three months even if I had to reject a billion-dollar deal!”
Just as the comments brimmed with celebration, Mia suddenly appeared like a stone dropped into calm water, sending ripples everywhere. “Everyone, don’t misunderstand. This isn’t Alvin’s wedding house. It’s my home.”
The comment section instantly turned awkward, like discordant air intruding upon a werewolf carnival, silencing everyone. I was the first to respond. “Three people are too crowded. I’m out. Wishing you both happiness.” After that, I didn’t bother reading anything else and directly deleted Alvin and Mia from my friends list.
Minutes later, Alvin called me. His voice sounded like a werewolf’s uncontrolled roar during a full moon, tinged with panic and rage. “Miranda raymond , are you done causing trouble?”
I replied calmly, “I’m not making trouble.”
Alvin exploded. “What you wrote in my comments was clearly meant to smear Mia.” “Are you only satisfied when you make her look like the other woman?” “If you keep slandering her, then we might as well cancel the wedding!”
Listening to his cold, heartless accusations, my heart remained still, like water without a ripple. I had already seen through him completely and was no longer affected by his words, as if I had grown used to the werewolf’s fickle cruelty.
After that, he kept calling. When I didn’t answer, he sent message after message. I ignored them all. I had already made up my mind I wanted nothing more to do with this chaotic, werewolf-like farce.
In ten days, I would marry Alejandro a mate who truly understood and cherished me. These people would soon be nothing but the past. I had thought I could endure the remaining days peacefully, but I never expected Mia to knock over Dad’s urn.
Ashes scattered across the floor, the scene as shocking as a werewolf desecrating a sacred ground. That urn had been the last trace of humanity and emotional support within my werewolf blood.
The ashes lay everywhere, yet instead of feeling remorse, she let her pet cat urinate on them. She looked smug, like a villain openly defying taboos in the werewolf world.
“Sister, look these ashes make perfect litter for my kitten!”
At that moment, all the grief and fury I had suppressed for so long finally exploded. I grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung it at Mia with vicious force, like a werewolf defending its last shred of dignity.
She screamed after being struck and fled in terror, her face pale, like prey fleeing from a pursuing wolf. To me, it was simply the deserved outcome for a provocateur.
“Miranda raymond ! You’ve gone too far! How could you hit your sister!”
The moment my mother appeared, Mia hid behind her as if she had found salvation, trembling and pretending to be terrified just another one of her familiar tricks.
She cried, “Mom, I’m so scared. Miranda wants to kill me!”
My mother shielded Mia like a hen guarding her chicks and scolded me harshly. Her eyes brimmed with blame and dissatisfaction, as if I were an outcast who had violated the rules of the werewolf tribe. “Before, when you bullied your sister, I ignored it, thinking it was childish. But this time, you’ve gone too far.”
She was my biological mother, yet she always chose others protecting her adopted daughter with no blood ties. That pain cut deeper than betrayal within the werewolf world.
Tears streaming, I looked at her and said, “She knocked over Dad’s urn!”
“That was Dad! That was my father! Why? Why?” I accused her through sobs, like a wounded lone wolf crying out to a merciless world. Why did they still want to destroy the memories he left me after I had endured so much?
Why didn’t my mother love me?
Mia quickly knelt down, crying as she explained, “Mom, I was wrong, sob… I was really wrong. If Miranda won’t forgive me, I’d rather die!”
She cried pitifully but it was nothing more than hypocrisy.
“Mia Armstrong, how dare you ”
Slap!
Before I could finish, my mother struck me. The slap felt like a sharp wolf’s claw tearing across my face, leaving me stunned and shattering the final illusion that I was still her daughter.
“Enough!”
“It’s just ashes. The person is already dead. Are ashes really more important than a living person?”
“If you bully Mia again, get out of this house.”
Her words blew through my heart like icy wind. Yet amid the pain, a firm resolve took shape. I would no longer stay in this loveless place. I would leave completely and walk toward the new life waiting for me with Alejandro , far away from these cold, heartless people who were no different from wolves.
