The Girl the Pack Treated as a Joke Was Actually a Powerful White Wolf Chapter 02

The Girl the Pack Treated as a Joke Was Actually a Powerful White Wolf Chapter 02

I stepped around the mountain of shopping bags, went back into my room, and dragged my suitcase from under the bed.

My phone buzzed.

Nolan.

“Lyra, you home yet?”

No guilt in his voice, just mild irritation.

“Don’t pout. You were getting too proud today—take it as a small reality check.”

He sighed, impatient.

“Serena failed, and she’s heartbroken. Be reasonable. I’ll take you to our favorite spot when I’m back, okay?”

A sharp wave of nausea hit my stomach.

Every single time he tossed me aside, he used the exact same routine.

I had eaten at that place a hundred and eight times. The mere thought of it made me sick.

If I bled in training, Serena only had to whimper that she needed her Alpha, and Nolan walked away without a second glance.

A future Luna understands duty, he’d say.

If I was his Luna, why wasn’t I even treated like pack?

The simple truth was that his unyielding devotion and boundless patience were reserved for Serena alone.

“No,” I said flatly.

I ended the call before he could answer.

He wouldn’t call—it was just another childish fit to him.

I tore the closet open, facing rack after rack of Nolan’s “charity.”

Yes. Charity.

My parents were fringe Omegas, scraping by just to pour every scrap into Serena.

I grew up with scraps while she got everything.

Until I was sixteen, when my wolf awakened at a tribal gathering and caught Alpha Nolan’s eye.

Back then, he treated me like his entire universe.

He used to curse my parents for discarding me, swearing I’d always come first.

Then he saw Serena crying.

The favors ended overnight. Looking back, those clothes he bought were never devotion—just a collar with a price tag.

I didn’t take a single thread.

Deep inside the nightstand drawer, my fingers bumped against Nolan’s backup tablet.

The screen flared to life.

A notification banner popped up from a group chat titled “Keep Serena Smiling.”

Four members.

My thumb moved on its own.

My dad, my mom, Nolan, and Serena.

The latest messages were from noon today.

Serena: [Bets on how long Lyra stands at the dock?]

Nolan put down three thousand: [Three hours, easy.]

My mother dropped a thousand: [The girl has no pride. She’ll wait till nightfall.]

My father followed with laughing emojis: [Say the word, and she’d rot there waiting forever.]

Serena sent back a blushing giggle sticker.

Scrolling further down, I found a voice note from Nolan. His tone was so casual.

“Don’t push it too far. She got into RCA after all. Once she’s done crying, I’ll go drag her home.”

The chat stretched back for months.

Page after page, mocking every quiet breakdown I endured.

In their eyes, my pain was nothing more than evening entertainment.

My suitcase was nearly full. I placed the RCA acceptance letter right on top.

The doorbell rang.

A courier stood on the porch, holding an elegant ribbon-wrapped box.

Deep in my chest, my wolf shifted, catching the faint hum of ancient energy radiating from inside the parcel.

“Ms. Bennett? Sign here, please.”

I glanced down at the label.

Sender: Nolan Mercer.

Note: Royal Crescent acceptance gift.

A gift… from Nolan?