“Zora, you’ve finally matured,” Dad said. “You’re starting to care for your sister. Don’t blame us for being biased, okay? Laila’s been through so much—she needs our love.
“But we won’t mistreat you either. You’ll still get your part of the inheritance.”
I shook my head, swallowing the bitterness in my chest. “Just give it all to Laila. I won’t need it anyway.”
Momentarily stunned, Mom patted me and chided, “What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, you’ll need it!
“Even if your mate is the top warrior in the Lunaris pack and can give you a comfortable life, you can’t just disregard your family inheritance.”
Slowly, I slipped into a daze.
Ever since I failed to show up for Dad’s kidney transplant surgery five years ago and Laila donated hers instead, my family hadn’t been this kind to me.
And it was precisely because she had saved Dad that my parents insisted I owed her and that I had to treat her even better.
From then on, Laila got the best of everything.
She also started targeting me by falsely accusing me, making Mom and Dad resent me even more. Eventually, no matter what I did, it was always wrong.
I used to defend myself. Now, I just stayed quiet.
Then Mom rushed to Laila’s side, and Dad and Simon followed close behind.
They all surrounded her, and it was the perfect picture of a loving family.
Only I stood alone in the corner, like an outsider who didn’t belong.
