The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 07

The Alpha Ruined My Sister’s Life Last Life Chapter 07

After that night, Seraphine pretty much went quiet.

No more crying at the door. No more shaky little speeches at pack gatherings.

The same people who’d been whispering about me started showing up with firewood and fresh meat.

Nobody brought up the cliff, and I didn’t either.

A few weeks passed, and I fit into Icefang life faster than I expected.

I spent mornings patrolling the border with the she-wolves and afternoons fixing whatever was falling apart. Fences, roofs, even the ancient generator that looked ready to quit any day.

Draven trained the warriors during the day and came home at night smelling like pine and sweat.

We argued over stupid things, like who’d left the firewood in the rain or whose turn it was to cook, then made up just as fast.

The bond between us was always there, humming quietly in the background.

Every now and then, I’d catch a flash of what he was feeling. Warmth when I laughed too loud. A jab of annoyance when I stayed up late sharpening knives.

He never mentioned it, but I knew he could feel me too.

We both pretended otherwise.

Life was good.

Mostly.

The problem was, Icefang was poor.

The warriors could hunt and patrol, but most of the women and elders had no way to earn money. The whole pack depended on a few people who traveled outside the territory for supplies, work, and news.

I’d seen packs like that in my last life.

Sooner or later, they started falling apart.

So I did what I was good at.

Made trouble.

I called together the women, elders, and anyone too injured to patrol, then dropped a handful of Glacier Lily

onto the table.

“This stuff you’ve been feeding the livestock sells for fifty bucks a gram down south.”

I looked around at them.

“You’re tossing money into the pig trough.”

Bridget from the second cabin picked up one of the blue stems and frowned.

“Come on, Raven. It’s a weed.”

I pulled out my phone and called a southern herb dealer I’d worked with for years in my last life.

Ten minutes later, I hung up.

“First order’s in. Payment too. Anyone who wants in, come with me up the mountain. We’ll settle up before

dark.”

Nobody argued with money.

By noon, I had a crew.

A week later, the first full payment came through, and the whole pack lost its mind.

Women who hadn’t made their own money in decades crowded around the big table, counting bills and laughing over the piles.

I leaned against the doorway with my arms crossed, grinning like an idiot.

Draven walked over with two cups and handed me one.

Then he nodded toward the Glacier Lily drying nearby.

“You know what this stuff actually does, right?”

“Boosts stamina, helps recovery, improves focus.”

His eyes drifted toward the bedroom.

“…Focus. Right.”

I’m not saying what happened that night.

But after that, I stopped picking Glacier Lily myself and handed the whole operation over to Bridget’s crew.

A few days later, a pack messenger brought me a letter.

One look at my mother’s handwriting told me she was still pissed.

[Charge one: stealing your sister’s engagement. Charge two: disappearing without a word. Charge three: going weeks without contacting us. You’re dead to me. Subject to revision.

P.S. Your sister says the baby’s kicking. She wants to name her after your grandmother.

P.P.S. Love you, you ungrateful brat.]

I read it twice.

That last line got me.

In our last life, Lark spent forty years unmarked and childless, slowly fading in a pack that never accepted

her.

I lived alone, ran my business, and came home to inventory sheets and silence.

This time, she had a daughter on the way and a man who wrote her poetry.

I had a group of women making money with me and an Alpha who stared whenever he thought I wasn’t

looking.

Not bad.

Draven came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He rested his chin on my shoulder and read the letter with me.

“Your sister already has a kid on the way.”

His voice was right by my ear.

“When are we starting?”

“That’s on you, isn’t it?”

I didn’t turn around.

“If you were up for it, we’d have one by now.”

He laughed.

“Got it. I’ll work harder.”

That evening, Bridget showed up with a basket of dried herbs and dropped into a chair like she owned the place.

“Hey, Luna,” she said. “Guess who I saw in the pine grove last night, holding hands and looking real cozy?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Seraphine. With Kaelen Stonebridge.”

Kaelen.

The Alpha who controlled the western alliance’s transport routes.

He was old enough to be Seraphine’s father.

“Kaelen has a Luna and kids.”

Bridget shrugged.

“That’s what I said. But I saw what I saw.”

I tucked that away and didn’t think much of it.