Forced to Take the Blame, Reborn as Silverveil’s Royalty Chapter 02

Forced to Take the Blame, Reborn as Silverveil’s Royalty Chapter 02

The day I got out of prison, I still had no idea my own parents had gotten me drunk and dumped me at the scene to take the fall.

She had even cooked for me herself, saying she wanted to welcome me home.

Back then, I was foolish and full of guilt. I thought I had finally been given a little warmth from my family.

So when she handed me a bowl of soup, I drank it down, deeply moved.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and agony was tearing through something deep inside my soul.

My wolf was gone.

I had gone from being Nightthorn Pack’s princess, born with the strength of a powerful bloodline, to a wolfless nobody.

Laughter drifted in from the VIP room next door.

My father kept comforting Lyra.

“Don’t worry about whether anyone will question the legality of your wolf. I already took care of the voluntary-donation paperwork.”

“People will only be moved. They’ll say I’m a selfless Alpha who was willing to give up his own daughter’s wolf to save his adopted daughter.”

I tried to rush over and demand answers, but the pain sent me rolling off the bed and curling up on the floor.

My mother came in from next door and happened to see me there.

Her steps paused for only a second before she looked away, something tangled and unreadable flashing through her eyes.

So why was she clinging to me now?

“Althea, Lyra was dying back then…”

“That’s enough!”

I was sick of that excuse.

Every time they sacrificed me, it was always the same logic: there was no other choice, and the other person had it worse.

I stopped looking at her and asked the System in my head instead, “If I go to another world, will I get parents who really love me?”

When it answered yes, I headed straight for the road outside the courthouse.

My mother lunged forward and grabbed my arm.

“Althea! What are you doing now?”

I tore myself out of her grip.

Then I ran straight at the oncoming truck without a moment’s hesitation.

“Althea!”

I ran with every ounce of strength I had, my eyes shut, waiting for a new life.

The scream of brakes split the air. A force yanked me sideways.

I crashed into someone’s arms.

A second later, I was pinned hard to the ground.

When I opened my eyes, the truck had barely stopped where I had been standing.

I had not died.

The realization filled me with violent frustration.

My mother had one arm locked around me as her hands searched me frantically from head to toe.

“Althea! Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Say something!”

I lay limp on the ground and did not want to answer at all.

But she suddenly grabbed my collar.

“Althea! What were you trying to do just now?”

Her voice came out sharp and shrill. I could not tell if it was fear or rage.

“Were you trying to threaten your parents with suicide? Do you really think this will drive Lyra away and get you what you want?”

“I’m telling you right now, it won’t!”

I looked at her flushed face, twisted up with emotion, and all I felt was tired.

In her eyes, everything I did was about fighting Lyra for something.

I could not even be bothered to explain. I just tried prying her hand off me again.

“Let go.”

“Look at me!”

She shoved her bleeding elbow into my line of sight, her voice trembling now.

“I got hurt like this trying to pull you back. Do you feel nothing?”

“Althea, where is your heart?”

There it was again.

Her favorite kind of emotional blackmail.

She had always used it on me.

She would tell me how hard it was to make money, how difficult it was fighting her way through a world full of men.

And every time, I would soften and obey.

I swallowed all my hurt and quietly accepted the way they always chose Lyra over me.

But now, as I looked at the blood running down her elbow, I felt nothing at all.

I even brushed her hand away in disgust.

“Your blood got on my clothes.”

She froze and looked at me like I had wounded her.

I could not help letting out a cold laugh.

What right did she have to feel hurt?

All those years when she turned a blind eye to everything they had done to me, where was her heart then?

Now that I was only giving back a fraction of what I had suffered, how was that suddenly too much for her to bear?

I shoved her off and pushed myself to my feet.

Then I brushed off the collar she had touched.

“Stop following me. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

“We’re done?”

She staggered upright.

“Althea! I’m your mother!”

I stopped and tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“Didn’t you cut me off in public a long time ago?”

“What, too important to remember?”