The Girl the Pack Treated as a Joke Was Actually a Powerful White Wolf Chapter 01

The Girl the Pack Treated as a Joke Was Actually a Powerful White Wolf Chapter 01

My acceptance letter to the Royal Crescent Academy shook the entire Ravenbrook Pack—our territory hadn’t seen an offer in ten years.

My parents promised an unforgettable celebration.

Yet at the venue, I waited two hours past noon in absolute silence. Not a single soul showed up.

I couldn’t reach anyone—except my adoptive sister, Serena.

Her soft, mocking laughter leaked through the receiver before she even spoke.

“Lyra, didn’t anyone tell you?” she chirped.

“The celebration was called off last night. The whole pack is gathered at the Pack House right now.”

I sprinted through the woods toward the Pack House.

It was dead silent. Nothing moved under the thick pines except the distant, eerie howls of wild beasts.

Serena’s call rang again.

“Just kidding! You didn’t run back there, did you?” She giggled.

“Destination parties are all the rage now, so we moved everything to a private yacht. Get moving.”

Exhausted and burning, I ran.

When I finally broke through the tree line, only the bitter sea wind greeted me.

Serena switched to video, leaning into the camera and laughing until she nearly choked.

“You took way too long! We pulled out an hour ago, sweetie.”

She smoothed her hair, her tone turning into a patronizing purr.

“Fine, I’ll stop teasing. There was never a party, Lyra. They just brought me out to cheer me up. We’ll make it up to you later.”

The camera panned across the deck.

Nolan—my fated mate, and the Alpha of our pack—was sitting beside her, peeling fresh shrimp for her plate.

My mother was gently brushing Serena’s hair back.

My father circled Serena with his camera, snapping her prettiest angles.

Across the glass screen, I stood forgotten.

“Is treating me like a fool really that entertaining to you?” My voice came out dry and rough.

Only ninety-nine cadets made the cut across the realm each year.

Only the Moon Goddess knew how many nights of blood it cost me to earn that letter.

If they didn’t want to celebrate, fine.

But why drag me through the dirt?

My mother stepped into the frame, her brow furrowing.

“Keep your voice down,” she barked.

“Lighten up, it was a joke! Serena failed her assessment, yet you’re here making everything about yourself. So what if you got into RCA? Show some heart.”

A dry, bitter laugh tore from my throat.

Anyone else entering RCA received a three-day banquet, prime territory, and cash from the Council of Elders.

My parents used my humiliation to flatter their adopted pet, while my own Alpha offered not a single breath of pride.

Instead, he leaned down and wiped a smear of sauce from Serena’s lips with sickening tenderness.

My inner wolf, usually proud and unyielding, paced restlessly behind my ribs, letting out a low, wounded howl.

My wolf, always so steady, whimpered behind my ribs.

Nolan glanced at the camera.

“Just go home and be good, Lyra,” he sighed lightly. “Once the trip is over, I’ll come back and celebrate for you.”

Staring at the easy smiles across the screen, my wolf initiated the severing of our bond.

Getting into Royal Crescent Academy was far more than an honor.

No matter which pack territory an RCA graduate walked into, the local Alpha would offer an open seat at their high table.

Even the Alpha King himself would do the same.

I severed the call and turned toward home in absolute silence.

Nolan had muted the pack through the link; no one dared say a word as I passed.

I kicked open the door, yanked out the Pack Registry, and shredded my page. The blood oath went cold—the bond was gone.

The living room was trashed.

The banner reading “Congratulations, Lyra Bennett, on Your Royal Crescent Academy Acceptance!” had been ripped down, crumpled into a ball, and shoved into the kitchen trash.

The coffee table was buried under luxury shopping bags and designer boxes.

Handwritten cards lay scattered across the floor. I bent down and picked one up.

The note was written in Nolan’s bold scrawl:

[For Serena. To cheer up our little fighter.]

One look, and my wolf easily reconstructed what had happened here hours ago.

They had planned to celebrate for me—until Serena shed a few well-timed tears. Then they dropped everything to pamper her instead.

Her pity gifts for failing an ordinary test were far more lavish than anything they had planned for my greatest victory.