The Fake Daughter Is the Real Queen
She continued, "Your clothes and jewelry are really nice. Your premium travel bookings are great too. I've let you enjoy them for so many years—it's time to give them all back to me, don't you think?"
My blood wasn't just boiling—my wolf was howling for blood. All my combat training about anger management flew out the window.
Before I could even think, my claws were out, striking her face, leaving an instant bloody scratch.
"Ah!" she screamed, glaring at me fiercely. "You dare hit me?"
She lunged at me to strike back. But the instant my parents pushed open the bedroom door, she pretended to fall to the ground, covering her face and crying. "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Mom said I cou