Chapter 2 Who Are You Looking For?

Chloe's POV I had never seen my father so angry and disappointed. His powerful Alpha presence was so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. His resolute decision to expel me made me instinctively shrink back. Without a word, I stood up silently and headed upstairs to pack my things. As soon as I reached the foyer on the second floor, Cassandra blocked my way, crossing her arms. "Just get out! You're nothing but an eyesore in this house. There will never be a place for you here." I clenched my fists and glared at her smug face. "Want to hit me? Go ahead!" Cassandra turned her face to the side, daring me with a challenge. "What a joke. You, a woman without a wolf, think you can teach me, a Beta, a lesson?" she laughed loudly at me. I shut my eyes while gripping my fists tightly, enduring as much as I could until I couldn't take it anymore. Since I was already expelled, I would be a rogue from now on, no longer bound by pack rules. Smack! I slapped her face hard, without any hesitation. I knew Cassandra wasn't yet eighteen and couldn't fully control her wolf. Even though she was a Beta, I wasn't afraid of her at all. "Ah! You hit me … Dad, Mom, Chloe hit me!" Cassandra screamed in pain and hurried downstairs. I looked down to see Jennifer holding Cassandra, her face twisted in rage as she shouted, "Chloe, how dare you hit my daughter! I'll rip your throat out!" Jennifer shifted into a fierce black wolf, baring her teeth and ready to pounce. My father intervened. As my Alpha, he wouldn't let anyone harm me in his presence. "Dad, it hurts so much … " Cassandra ran back to my father, deliberately gasping and sobbing. "Chloe, I order you to get out of this house right now!" My father's fury was ignited by Cassandra's performance. I froze, not even bothering to pack my things. I grabbed my passport and went downstairs. Watching my father cradle Cassandra like a precious baby, my heart felt utterly crushed. He didn't ask about what I went through last night but only listened to Cassandra's side of the story. It was clear where I stood in his eyes. Of course, my lack of a wolf made him look bad as an Alpha. How could I, the wolf-less eldest daughter, possibly be a suitable heir for the pack? With my mother gone, and my father bringing his mistress and her daughter into the house, Jennifer became the pack's Luna. In this household, I was reduced to an unrespected outsider. My poor mother had been completely unaware of my father's betrayal in their marriage. Even though they were once considered fated mates by the Moon Goddess, I began to doubt if our werewolf partners were any different from human partners—loyalty and infidelity seem to exist on both sides. Perhaps we had long been mimicking their worldview, including aspects like money, trade, and lifestyle. Since werewolves integrated fully with human society, our morals and habits had hardly differed from theirs. I had noticed more and more werewolves betraying their mates, driven by their beastly nature and strong desires, just like my father. Now, even being expelled from the pack and becoming a rogue didn't bother me. Two soldiers tossed me out the front door, and I turned around to cast a cold, indifferent glance behind me. At a window on the second floor, Cassandra was watching me with a malicious smile spreading across her face. I knew she must be gloating. For someone like me, a wolfless werewolf, being expelled from the pack meant survival was uncertain. Cassandra would undoubtedly take over the Alpha position in Thunder Pack and claim all the resources that came with it. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, and vowed that if I ever got the chance to come back, I would make Shania and Cassandra pay for their treachery! …… On the day I was cast out of the pack, I thought my fate as a rogue would be to die in desperation at the hands of witches or other ruthless predators. Fortunately, I met a benefactor who changed my life. With his help, I had lived in Sableland Meadowmere for five years. My wolf had awakened, and I now had a lovely son and a successful career. My life couldn't have been happier. Just as I was immersed in designing a new project, the doorbell rang. Annoyed, I got up and opened the door to find two sharply dressed men standing outside. "Who are you looking for?" I asked, frowning and automatically switching to a foreign language. "Are you Ms. Chloe?" one of the men responded in English. "Yes, I am. And you are?" "We've been sent to find you. Your Beta mother, Eugenia, was a lifesaver for our leader. Mrs. Evans would like to meet you." I was puzzled. "Who is Mrs. Evans?" "The matriarch of the Evans family," the leading man said respectfully. Mrs. Evans? I repeated the name silently in my mind, then it suddenly hit me. Wanda Evans, the matriarch of the most powerful family in the werewolf society of North Ultaria, was the grandmother of the man my mother had saved years ago. And that man—Vincent Evans—was the current Alpha King!