As I placed the shrimp on the dining table, I glanced at the living room.
The atmosphere there was one of warmth and happiness.
My father, who was always busy with pack affairs and had once been the park’s Alpha, was now completely free.
He sat patiently, listening to Vivienne talk about her experiences with other packs.
My mother, her eyes fall of concern, was holding Vivienne and saying how much weight she had lost, how she had suffered outside.
Aldric was sitting to one side, focused on peeling pecans for Vivienne.
I didn’t say a word, just silently observing this warm scene.
The living room and the dining room felt like two entirely different worlds.
One was full of life and laughter, while the other was steeped in loneliness.
“Luciana, why are you hiding? Still mad about your wedding?
Vivienne’s voice, sweet but with a touch of sarcasm, rang out, and only then did the three people in the living room notice me
My father frowned instinctively. “What’s with the sour face? Come over here!”
My mother’s expression turned impatient. “Your wedding was your own fault, Vivienne had nothing to do with it. If you’re still angry at Vivienne, then don’t call me ‘mom‘ anymore!“‘
My wolf howled in anger, but because this kind of thing had happened so many times before, I was numb to it..
Vivienne pouted and cossed my mother, “Mom, don’t say that. Luciana will be sad.”
She tried to comfort her, but the smugness in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.
I know Vivienne
wasn’t
n’t innocent.
Because I had already told her the date of the mating ceremony a week earlier.
She had seen the message and said she would prepare a “surprise” for me.
And indeed, it was a surprise.
This game of choosing between her and me was one she had played her entire life.
Every time, I was never chosen by my parents or my brother.
Not even the mate I was supposed to spend my life with chose me.
Every decision, every glance, every word–always a contest, always a challenge.
I had never been the chose one, never the one they looked to when it mattered. She was always first, and I was left to watch from the sidelines, pretending I could accept it!
But I couldn’t. Not anymore.
I should be upset, but perhaps 1 had become numb. Hearing these words now left i
me indifferent.
“I’m not angry.”
Those five words left everyone in the room staring at me in shock.
Not angry? Impossible!
I took in their expressions, feeling nothing but irony in my heart.
Look at that they knew what they had done would anger me
Yet they still went ahead with it, and now they were blaming me for my emotions.
Now that I appeared so calm, my parents and Aldric felt something was wrong
After a brief silence, my father spoke.
“As long as you’re not angry, it’s fine. We’re family, don’t hold grudges.”
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“Sure, I understand.” I nodded obediently.
Seeing that I didn’t seem to be upset, they finally relaxed and went back to their meal, pulling Vivienne into the conversation.
Alongside the Garlic Butter Shrimp Scampi 1 had made, the table was filled with seafood and dishes prepared by the maids, all of which were Vivienne’s
Iworites
“Vivienne, you’ve lost so much weight, eat more,” my father and Aldric kept piling food onto her plate.
She smiled smugly, continuing to boast about her academic achievements outside the pack
She claimed she had been offered a spot in the Royal Orchestra and would soon be performing
My parents and Aldric kept praising her, while I silently ate my
Seeing how quiet I was, my mother seemed to feel guilty and finally remembered the wrongs I had suffered.
She placed a shrimp on my plate.
1 looked up, soring my mother’s somewhat awkward expression.
“Lat. Don’t say we never think of you!
I stared at the shrimp for a long time before putting my fork down.
They had all forgotten I was allergic to shrimp,
I sneered inwardly and pushed the plate away.
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My mother felt embarrassed and angry. “What’s wrong with you?”
Before she could say more, Vivienne suddenly clutched her throat and collapsed onto the floor, her face turning pale.
The plate and fork scattered everywhere, but the most prominent sound amidst the crashing ceramic was her struggle to breathe. “Mom, I can’t breathe!”
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