The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 04

The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 04

He didn’t answer.

He turned, grabbed my jacket off the chair, and held it out to me.

“I owe her parents my life, Raven.” His voice was flat. “Back then, they covered my retreat. Her father took a

blade meant for me. Her mother went back for his body and never made it out.”

His knuckles whitened around my jacket.

“Their daughter just left a suicide note. I can’t pretend I didn’t see it. Just… not tonight, okay?”

Shit.

I couldn’t argue with that.

He kept holding the jacket out to me.

“But I’m not going alone. Wherever I go tonight, you’re coming with me. When this is over, you can decide

what happens next.”

I snatched the jacket from him, shoved my arms into it, squeezed past him, and pushed open the door.

“Then let’s go. Don’t let Miss Moonveil Falls turn our wedding night into her one-woman show.”

It was already dark.

Halfway down the trail, his hand found mine and closed tightly around my fingers.

I tried to pull away.

He didn’t let go.

“Raven.” His thumb pressed against my pulse. “Your heart’s racing.”

“That’s called being pissed off.”

“…Right.”

He still didn’t let go.

By the time we reached the main clearing, the search was already underway.

Wolves were fanning out in every direction, shouting Seraphine’s name into the darkness.

Someone handed Draven the note she’d left.

[I don’t want to be a burden anymore. I’m going to the falls to find my parents.]

Draven took charge immediately, organized everyone into teams, assigned search areas, and sent people

down the main road toward Moonveil Falls.

For a guy who couldn’t talk about his own feelings, he had no trouble giving search orders to thirty wolves.

Everyone headed for the main road.

I didn’t follow.

If Seraphine really wanted to jump, she wouldn’t leave a note telling everyone exactly where to find her.

This wasn’t suicide.

This was a setup.

I took the narrow ridge trail on the east side and looped around to the path behind the falls.

The grass was almost as tall as I was, and the trail was barely there.

Nobody else would come this way.

I found her standing on a ledge above the drop with her arms crossed.

She heard my footsteps and turned.

Her face lit up at first.

Then she saw me.

“Where’s Draven?”

“Running the search. Half the pack’s out here in the dark screaming your name.”

I leaned against a tree.

“You, though? Perfect hair, eyes aren’t even puffy. Doesn’t exactly scream suicidal.”

Her expression flickered for a second.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“I do. You didn’t get what you wanted, so now you’re making everyone else miserable until they give in.”

Last time, Lark had spent forty years putting up with this.

The crying, the guilt trips, Seraphine stealing the spotlight every time something important happened.

I crossed my arms.

“But that only works on people who feel guilty. I don’t.”

Her eyes went cold.

“I grew up with Draven. My family died for him.”

She stepped closer.

“Before you barged in, I was his Luna.”

“If he really wanted you, I couldn’t have barged in.”

I stared at her.

“The contract was signed before either of us was born. You were never in the running.”

“You think you’re better than me? You’re an outsider from the east. No status, no bloodline, no connections.”

She smiled, but there was nothing behind it.

“You think a piece of paper makes you his Luna? You’ll never replace what I mean to him.”

“You’re right. The contract doesn’t mean anything.”

I pushed off the tree.

“But what are you to him? You’re just baggage he can’t shake.”

I held her gaze.

“That’s not love, babe. That’s a hostage crisis.”

I turned to leave.

She was fine.

She was standing on solid rock and had clearly never planned to jump.

The river roared below us, and I had other things to do tonight.

She grabbed my arm from behind.

Her voice lowered.

“You think you know everything. So…”

She leaned close to my ear.

“If we both fall right now, whose name do you think he screams first?”

Before I could answer, both her hands slammed into my back.

My feet hit nothing.

Wind rushed past my ears as the roar of the river swallowed everything else.

Above me, Seraphine screamed,

“Draven! Help! She pulled me down with her!”