The Overlooked Twin Is the Pack’s S-Class Warrior Chapter 04

The Overlooked Twin Is the Pack’s S-Class Warrior Chapter 04

Mom’s face twisted with anger. “What do you mean your money? I feed you, I clothe you—now I take a little cash and I’m the villain? God, I raised an ungrateful brat!”

That wasn’t the same. If the family truly had money trouble, I’d gladly give it all. But Mom just wanted to buy Sarah something completely unnecessary.

I raised my voice. “Taking without asking is stealing! That’s a crime!”

My brother shot up from his chair and jabbed a finger in my face. “Katherine, watch your mouth! That’s our mother you’re calling a thief!”

Wesley frowned, already in lecture mode. “Katherine, you’re being extreme. Who talks about stealing in a family?”

“Your mom probably just didn’t think it was safe for a girl to keep that much cash lying around. Besides, Sarah got into Elvorz—the least you could do as her sister is get her a gift.”

But that was my adulthood fund. I’d scrimped and saved every penny for eighteen years. No princess dresses, no snacks, not even a single coffee.

“Give it back.” I locked eyes with Mom, my vision burning red. “Give me my money back.”

Mom looked away, guilty for a heartbeat, then hardened. “It’s already spent! The bracelet can’t be returned! And what does a C-class wolf like you even need that money for?”

Sarah’s eyes went red. She tugged Mom’s sleeve. “Mom, don’t fight with her. It’s all my fault… Maybe we can pawn the bracelet, and I’ll cover the rest from my own savings.”

She offered to return it, but her hand clung to the bracelet, her tone full of reluctance.

Mom immediately shielded her. “Katherine, you’ve gotten completely out of control! Go to your room and think about what you’ve done. You’re not coming out until I say so.”

Owen grabbed my arm like I weighed nothing and started dragging me toward my room.

They all said Mom did nothing wrong, that Sarah was innocent. That I was the one at fault. That I was selfish.

But Sarah’s adulthood fund was ten, a hundred times larger than mine. Why did they have to steal from me and force me to sacrifice?

I fought back hard. For the first time, my silent wolf let out an angry howl.

I screamed, “No! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

And in that instant, a burst of strength tore me free from Owen’s grip—Owen, who’d been in elite training for a year.

Owen blinked, then sneered. “Since when are you this strong? Don’t tell me you cut a deal with a dark witch—you know, like those rogues who got busted for cheating on the aptitude test?”

I stood there, facing their suspicious stares, the light in my eyes crumbling. I couldn’t even bring myself to explain.

“Nah, can’t be. You’re just a C-class.” He answered his own doubt. Then he shoved my numb body into the room.

I slid down against the door and curled into a ball, crying silently.

For the next week, as punishment for my outburst, everyone acted like I didn’t exist. No one called me for meals. No one invited me out. They thought it would break me, force me to apologize.

But I’d been ignored for eighteen years. I was used to it.

With the time I had left before the semester started, I found a part-time job nearby. No one noticed what time I left or came home. No one saw me slowly erasing every trace of myself from that house.

I sold my high school training manuals to a scrap dealer. The gifts Wesley gave me, the notes he’d written—I shipped them all to a rural school.

Once my admission letter arrived, I took one last look at the house.

From the age of eight, I’d been forced out of my room and into a tiny storage closet because Sarah needed a private lounge. The walls were covered in Sarah’s awards. Mine were folded and wedged under a wobbly table leg.

I’d wanted to leave for a long time.

I packed what little I had left and took a cab to the train station.

On the way, calls flooded in—probably demanding I show up at the acceptance party. I didn’t answer a single one.

That party was always going to have only one star: Sarah. I refused to be the awkward backdrop, listening to everyone heap praise on her, followed by one dismissive line, “And Katherine got into college too. Good for her.”

I blocked every number, every contact. Then I boarded the train to Blackthorn.

Gone for good. No looking back.

…

Meanwhile, at the Windhowl Hotel.

The rooftop ballroom glittered with chandeliers and champagne. Every important figure in the pack was there. Alpha and Luna sent moonstone necklaces via Wesley as their gift, since they were away on a tour.

Mom swept through the crowd in a dark red gown, beaming. Dad clinked glasses with pack associates, bragging nonstop about his youngest daughter.

“Mark, your Sarah’s been one of the pack’s top warrior prospects since she was a kid, and now she’s heading to Elvorz. She’s got a hell of a future.” Pack elder Levi raised his glass in a toast.

Dad drained his drink, pride swelling. “She’s got the talent. We barely had to do anything except give her the best training we could afford.”

Mom stood nearby, glowing, her arm linked with Sarah’s.

“Sarah, that bracelet is gorgeous. New?” someone asked.

Mom jumped in before Sarah could speak. “I just took her to the jeweler a couple days ago. Thirty-eight thousand! But if our Sarah loves it, what’s a little money?”

Just then, the ballroom doors opened. A young guy with a camera and a woman holding a microphone walked in.

“Excuse me, is Katherine Miller here?”

The reporter’s voice rang out clear and sharp, cutting through the noise.

The room went quiet.

Mom blinked, then broke into a huge smile, shoving Sarah toward the reporter. “Oh, you must have the name wrong! Our daughter is Sarah Miller—the Elvorz freshman. You’re looking for her, right?”

The reporter checked her notes, shook her head, and said politely, “I’m sorry, ma’am. Our station was notified and verified that this year’s top scorer on the pack aptitude test is Katherine Miller. An S-class warrior. Is she here tonight?”