They Chose Their Fake Daughter, I Chose My Real Family

Summary

Three months had passed since I was brought back to the Tervo pack.

Melissa Blackwell, the fake daughter, kicked me out of the car in a downpour—again.

By the time I got home, I was soaked through.

My birth father, Thorold Blackwell, was teaching her about wolves.

My birth mother, Seraphina Blackwell, had simmered apples in red wine for her and watched her with a tender smile.

The room was full of laughter until I walked through the door.

Thorold turned his attention back to his book.

Seraphina picked up the cups and went to the kitchen.

Melissa rolled her eyes at me.