Chapter Five
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Ralia's POV.
I stormed into his room, noticing him going back and forth on his rocking chair. His gaze fixed on the magazine he had in hand.
“Alpha Ralia,” he mouthed calmly, his eyes never leaving the magazine.
“Have you been truthful about my childhood?” I asked directly, not wanting to cut through the corners.
As far as I can remember, I grew up without my mother and I was my father's only daughter.
He vaguely talked about my mother and that was because he claimed he was keeping the painful past from me. But he did give me enough information about what she looked like, because she was human.
But seeing those pictures of my literal lookalike, I knew there was more to this.
Dad was now standing in front of his rocking chair, his yellow eyes glistening softly as his shoulders dipped. Scents of anxiety lingered in the air, making bile rise in my throat.
That didn't look like the confident man I knew.
“Answer me,” I demanded.
“What brings this sudden question?” He fired back, though worry latched onto his voice.
I turned the photos to him, staring icily at him, “Who is she?”
The sparkle in dad's eyes disappeared, and his lips pressed against each other as shock split his profile. The air grew thick with tension as his eyes lingered on the photo in my hand.
“Where…where did you get that?” He muttered softly, but I had no time for questions.
“That is not the answer to my question!” I snapped, my heart racing.
He lowered his gaze, “I didn't tell you everything you needed to know because I was waiting for the right time.” He lifted his head to meet my confused expression, and then he dropped his gaze, swallowing hard.
“Your mother gave birth to twins, and she was going to leave me with both of you. But I managed to save just one of you,” he explained, making my insides bubble with shock and annoyance.
My nostrils flared as I took in a large drag of air, but it could barely keep my body from trembling.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
He rubbed a palm on his forehead, pacing towards his room window, “That's because you were too young to understand any of it. I had to prepare you to lead, and I was hoping to inform you of this once the marriage was over, but I guess she's back.”
My brows arched. “What do you mean by that?”
Dad's eyes veer to my dropped hands, hinting at the photo.
“I can see she's capturing werewolves now. She used to be a harmless rogue.”
My jaws dropped as memories of me feeling stalked in the woods crept into my mind. So I wasn't daydreaming, she had always been there until I turned eighteen, and I shifted.
And it's been five years since I last felt stalked.
This was such a strange time to discover I had a twin sister, and even worse, she was a werewolf hunter.
“Protect the race,” my wolf mused, stirring strength inside me.
“If the wolves are being harmed by her, then I have to find her and stop her from doing this.” I grunted, and my dad shook his head.
“You can use your connections to free the wolves she captured. A physical confrontation is not needed.”
But I wasn't having it.
I scoffed,” You think it was okay to keep the news of me having a sister from me, and then still expect me to listen to you?!”
Dad’s wolf growled, his fists puffing by his sides, “I did what was best for you. So it's best you listen to me, Ralia dear.”
He called me by my name, reminding me that he was the one who trained me to rule in the first place. And that made my blood boil.
“You would have had a say if you mentioned the truth to me earlier. I'll sort things out myself,” I stated, walking out of his room and refusing to stop even as he yelled my name.
My heart fluttered with pain, all those years I had to live by myself, without anyone to call my own, when I actually had a sister who was separated from home.
I had spent weeks crying my eyes out in the woods, and that was how I met Nikolai, at ten. He became my backbone, where my father enforced leadership skills in me.
And now that I've finally found out about my sister, does he want me to stay away? Big joke.
She was probably capturing wolves out of rage, because she didn't have a pack to call her own. I'd go to her, and take her home–where she rightfully belonged.
X saw me walking towards the driveway on the left side of the wide compound, and he quickly drove out the Escalade before I got to him.
“S.p police station,” I muttered and he nodded.
I'd been a frequent at the station to know it from the photos Artik had provided.
When I arrived at the police station, the officers hailed me as I walked by.
I strolled into the deeper parts of the cell, where my intel amongst the werewolf hunters operated.
*Knock knock knock*
The door creaked open to reveal a bald human with round glasses glued to his big almond eyes. He immediately rose up, stretching his hand to shake mine.
I slid out one of the photos, pointing to the black-haired lady in the photo.
“One of your officers arrested werewolves going about their business. That does not look like you keeping to your side of the deal,” I growled.
He scratched his head, chuckling nervously, “Well… I was completely unaware of that.”
But his fidgeting body told me otherwise.
“Have her release all of them before midnight!” I ordered.
“What will you do if that doesn't happen?” A voice boomed behind me.
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