My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 09

My Parents Chose My Twin and Called Me Fake? Fine—I Found a Better Alpha Father! Chapter 09

I didn’t want to put Rowan in a difficult position, so I arranged to meet them at a café outside

Silverpine territory.

A year of healing had made me calm when facing them, but they pulled out the bloodline test

frantically.

“Leanna, we made a mistake,” Mom said, her voice trembling.

“Look, you’ve always been our biological daughter-always.”

“We know everything Hannah did. She’s been taken away.”

“I’m sorry, baby. It was our fault.”

“From now on, you’ll be our only daughter. Come back to Blackwood Pack with us, okay?”

“No.” The word came out calm, even to my own ears.

Pity or genuine regret-I didn’t need either anymore.

Ten years of being an afterthought had taught me one thing: my life was too precious to waste on

people who never saw my worth.

I didn’t glance at the report, just smiled. “Actually, the night before my birthday last year, I heard

Hannah make her wish to you both.”

I spoke as if recalling an irrelevant old memory, but their hands froze mid-air.

“This year I’m an adult. I want to make a birthday wish too.”

Mom begged, tears streaming.

“Don’t say it, Leanna. Please, baby, don’t.” Her tears gave me pause.

For a second. Just one.

Then my voice was steady, clear. “My wish is to leave Blackwood Pack.”

“Not for a year. For good.”

Mom covered her mouth, letting out a tragic sob.

Dad gripped his coffee cup so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Pretending not to notice, I pulled a bank card from my bag and set it on the table.

“You said I owed you for seventeen years. Here’s a hundred thousand dollars.”

“Since elementary school, my allowance was three hundred a month. For ten years. That’s thirty-six thousand.”

“Consider the rest payment for… well, for having me.”

“Don’t contact me again.”

Three hundred a month?

How could it be only three hundred?

They’d clearly allocated thirty thousand each month to both daughters.

Dad fumbled to call his assistant, only to learn that my personal card had long been replaced with

Hannah’s.

My private account had been swapped for hers months ago.

And every month, she’d only transferred three hundred dollars to me using their phones.

They collapsed into unseemly sobs.

But their pain no longer concerned me.

For ten years, I’d pleaded with them countless times, only to be met with cold indifference.

They’d had endless chances to investigate, yet they’d chosen to believe Hannah every single time.

I stood up and pushed back my chair.

Dad suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Leanna, give us one more chance.”

I stared down at his hand.

Once, I’d clung to him like this, begging for just one chance to explain.

He’d shrugged me off.

This time, I pulled my hand away slowly.

Outside the café, Rowan stood quietly waiting.

“Finished?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Then let’s go home,” he said.

Home.

At last, I had a place I truly belonged to.

Later, I heard that Blackwood Pack’s reputation plummeted.

Dad’s health deteriorated rapidly.

The pack’s businesses were repeatedly investigated by the Council, and within a few years, they lost control of their original territory.

They sold most of their assets and moved to a remote area.

Hannah was imprisoned for many years.

She would never be the spoiled pack princess again.

By the time these news reached me, I was studying at the top university.

Rowan visited every month.

When I got my first internship offer, he was prouder than I was, reading the letter again and again. After graduation, I joined the Council’s legal department.

I specialized in cases involving abandoned, bullied, or wrongfully accused young wolves.

People asked me why I chose that path.

I’d just smile.

Because I knew what it was like to be a pup with no one in your corner.

Years later, I met my mate.

He knew my past, but never defined me by my scars.

He accompanied me back to Silverpine Pack and formally asked Rowan for his blessing

Rowan tested him sternly for a long time.

In the end, his eyes glistening with tears, he placed my hand in his.

“She’s not an unwanted child,” he said.

“She’s my daughter.”

They healed the fragile parts of me with love.

They taught me the most important lesson: family isn’t defined by blood.

It’s built on love and respect.