My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 08

My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 08

I didn’t die.

That night, as Doyle lunged at me, I truly thought it was the end.

But the door was kicked open with a powerful blow.

I heard a man’s voice, cold as ice.

“Who dares lay a hand on my daughter?”

It was Alpha Rowan Ashford, leader of the Silverpine Pack.

I’d met him before.

Six months earlier, he’d been injured just outside Blackwood territory, hunted by rogues.

I was on my way back from an errand, with only half a bottle of water and a roll of bandages

I didn’t know who he was. I just knew he wouldn’t last long.

I dragged him into an old warehouse, bandaged him up, and ran out in the rain to get medicine.

When he woke, he asked my name.

He asked about the bruises.

I didn’t want to tell him.

But it had been so long since anyone had looked at me with concern.

I looked into his eyes and the words just… spilled out.

I told him everything-how my parents favored Hannah, how Hannah framed me repeatedly, how I endured humiliation just to survive.

“Leanna, come with me,” he said after listening.

“I have no daughter. If you’ll let me, I can be your father.”

I hadn’t taken his words seriously.

After all, even the promises of birth parents meant nothing.

How could a stranger’s words be true?

Later, he returned to the Silverpine Pack.

He said he needed to handle adoption procedures, to give me a legitimate new identity.

I didn’t dare wait.

But by the time he’d arranged everything and come back for me, I’d already been sent to the rogue district.

He tracked down Doyle’s address and arrived just in time to hear the commotion in my room.

That’s why he broke down the door.

That’s why I didn’t die there.

When I woke again, I was in the Silverpine Pack’s clinic.

The bed was soft, the quilt clean.

A bunch of small white flowers sat by the window.

Rowan sat beside me. When he saw I’d woken, his first words were:

“Are you hungry?”

I froze.

No one had asked me that in so long.

In Blackwood Pack, hunger meant I was being difficult.

Pain meant I was faking.

Tears meant I was manipulative.

He just handed me a warm bowl of oatmeal.

“Take your time. No one’s going to take it from you.” My eyes burned.

On my first day at Silverpine Pack, the nurse gave me new clothes, fresh toiletries, and a full box of sanitary pads.

“These will be replenished regularly,” she said. “No need to save them.”

They were just ordinary things.

Yet I almost cried.

The next day, Rowan took me to meet the pack members.

My palms were soaked in cold sweat.

I’d expected them to stare and mock me, just like the Blackwood Pack had.

But they greeted me with curious, gentle smiles. “Welcome home, Leanna.”

Home.

The word felt foreign.

Rowan placed his hand on my shoulder and announced softly,

“From today on, she is my daughter, the princess of our pack!”

“Whoever makes her bow their head will answer to me.”

I got my own room-south-facing, with a large window, a nightlight, and a wardrobe filled with perfectly fitting clothes.

That year,

I started to study again, eat properly, and sleep soundly.

Nightmares still came sometimes.

I’d wake up in the middle of the night, hearing footsteps outside my door.

Rowan never entered to disturb me. He’d just sit in the hallway, keeping watch until dawn.

“You don’t have to trust me right away,” he’d say. “But I’ll be here.”

I didn’t let him down.

A year later, I received an acceptance letter from the top university in the country.

My hands trembled as I showed the envelope to Rowan.

He read it slowly, then smiled-a smile I’d never seen from him before, bright and genuine.

“My daughter is amazing,” he said.

I smiled too, a true, happy smile.

I was happy.

The old wounds had healed.

Until the day two people showed up at the Silverpine gates.

They looked weary, travel-stained, all their old arrogance gone.

My birth parents stood there, stopped by the guards.

Their pleas were humble. “Please, just let us see Leanna.”

“Just once. That’s all we ask.”