My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 01

My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 01

At the birthday banquet, Mom and Dad held out my gift—a bloodline test.

Mom smiled coldly, “Leanna, the bloodline test results are back. You’re not of the Blackwood Pack’s lineage.”

Dad didn’t even look up, “Since you’re not my daughter, you’ll have to repay the resources the pack has spent on you over these seventeen years.”

“Starting today, you move to the servants’ quarters. You’ll do housework, run errands—whatever’s needed. You’ll be paid the standard Omega rate. No room or board. This continues until your debt is cleared.”

I didn’t cry or make a fuss. Just nodded calmly.

Because last night, I’d heard everything outside their bedroom door.

Hannah clung to their hands, pouting, “Mom, Dad, my birthday wish is to be your only daughter. Just for a year—let Leanna work as a maid or something, okay? I want you all to myself.”

Dad kissed her forehead, “Anything for you, princess.”

Mom laughed, “Baby, this year, we’re all yours.”

I stood in the hallway, claws threatening to retract into my palms.

They’d forgotten.

Hannah and I were twins. We shared the same birthday.

But my birthday wish was worlds apart.

I wanted to leave this pack. Not for a year, but—

Forever.

By the time Mom and Dad finally uncovered the truth and came kneeling, begging me to come home, I’d already be standing behind my new Alpha father.

“Sorry, I already have a dad.”

“And I am his heir.”

***

Hannah gasped, covering her mouth, “Leanna, no wonder you’re so ugly! You don’t look like Dad or Mom at all. So you really are an imposter!”

She shouted loudly, exaggerating—every member of the pack could hear.

How ridiculous. She’d forgotten we were twins.

“Oh no, you’re not even my sister. You’re just some rogue who showed up out of nowhere.”

Mom’s expression was distant and cold, “Leanna, now that the truth is out, you’re not the pack’s child. Tonight’s birthday banquet is for our real daughter.”

“You’re not welcome here.”

I glanced at Hannah, who wore a triumphant grin.

She had on a custom gown, a diamond tiara worth a villa perched on her head.

And me?

A faded shirt, old jeans, cuffs frayed at the edges.

I smiled bitterly.

How could you lose something you’d never truly had?

Dad raised his voice, “Starting tonight, you’ll move to the basement maid’s quarters.”

“Out of respect for the seventeen years we raised you, you may stay and work here until you find your birth parents. You will repay every cent it cost.”

“Pay will be the Omega rate. That’s final.”

Whispers rippled through the pack members.

I felt like a pathetic clown, bending to pick up my backpack under a sea of mocking stares.

Hannah darted over and yanked it hard.

The broken zipper, held together only by a safety pin, snapped open—its contents spilling across the floor.

Hannah screamed immediately, “I knew it! You’ve been stealing from our family!”

Among the scattered books lay a pink sanitary pad.

Mom shifted uncomfortably, “Hannah, that’s enough. It’s just a sanitary pad.”

“Mom, I’m the only daughter of the Blackwood Pack now. What is she?”

“Living off us for years and still daring to steal?”

“If I say she doesn’t deserve it, she doesn’t.”

Hannah ground her heel into the pad, crushing it into the marble floor.

“There. Now I don’t want it. It’s yours.”

I stared at the footprint-stained pad, my throat clogging with something heavy and damp, like wet cotton.

Finally, I bent down.

I picked up only the books, leaving the rest on the floor.

After the banquet, Mrs. Warren, the maid, led me to the basement storage room.

The roughly five-square-meter space held a wooden cot piled with clutter and a rusted iron window. The air reeked of dampness and mildew.

Mrs. Warren stood at the door, hesitating, “Prin—Leanna, Alpha and Luna are probably just angry. Once they calm down……”

Her words trailed off as two cockroaches scurried out of the corner and vanished.

She looked away, shook her head, and muttered as she left, “They look identical. How could she not be……”

I sat on the cot, staring at the pitch-black night outside the window.

It’s okay.

Just one more year.

Then I’d be gone forever.

That night, menstrual cramps hit.

I’d run out of supplies—I wadded up toilet paper and tried to sleep.

On my way back from the bathroom, I heard Mom and Dad talking in hushed tones at the end of the corridor.

Mom’s voice was soft, “Marcus, treating Leanna like this—will she hate us? She is our biological daughter, after all.”

Dad snorted, “Serves her right for bullying Hannah all the time.”

“As the older sister, she never knows how to give in to her sibling. A little hardship will do her good.”

“Once Hannah tires of this in a year, we’ll say the bloodline test was wrong. We’ll restore her as our daughter, and she’ll be over the moon.”

I stood in the darkness, nails digging into my palms—pain jolting me awake.

Absurd.

Laughable.

Who did they think they were, trampling me into the dirt and expecting me to wait around for them?