Family's Spoiling Kills: Reborn, I Seek Wild Revenge novel Chapter 2

She and I may look alike, but our beauty is worlds apart.

From a young age, our parents favored her, while I struggled to even get a meal. Her golden hair flowed like wheat fields, while mine resembled dry straw. She had a graceful figure; I was thin and frail.

She was captivating. I was plain.

When Freya left the waiting area, she intentionally unbuttoned her blouse to accentuate her curves.

Soon after, I heard her comforting Alpha Derek. Her voice, deliberately soft and sweet, sent chills down my spine.

I had just donated blood and wasn't feeling well, so I curled up and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, the hospital hallway was eerily silent.

I glanced at the time and decided to leave. The elevator was taking too long, so I opted for the stairs.

As I walked into the stairwell, I overheard Alpha Derek speaking with Beta Cody.

"Alpha, Luna's last phone signal was from the hospital, but now her phone is missing."

I froze, holding my breath.

Luckily, they didn't notice me.

"Investigate privately. Don't alert anyone," Derek's cold voice sent a shiver through me. "Today wasn't the day Luna was supposed to inspect the border. Something's off. Freya's too suspicious—start with her."

"Damn, if I find out who's behind this, I'll make them pay, along with their entire family."

A chill ran down my spine.

Rumors had it that before becoming Alpha, Derek spent nearly a decade as a warrior on the border, slaying countless rogues. He was ruthless, bloodthirsty.

Back then, Luna Vivian had been a healer on his team.

They had supported each other and built a bond strong enough to last until today.

I rushed home, shaken by what I had overheard. As I walked in, I heard my parents and Freya laughing.

Mom was cooing, expressing her concern for Freya, saying she'd sacrificed so much—money, blood donations—and bought her supplements to help with her health.

Freya waved her hand dismissively. "One pawn must be sacrificed to catch the big fish. Paying medical expenses is just a way to keep in touch with Derek."

Dad sighed. "Money is one thing, but why the blood donation? Who knows how long it'll take to recover?"

"Everything your sister has done is for this family. You want to report her? If I knew you'd become so venomous, I would've strangled you at birth."

Mom joined in, egging him on. "Hit her! Someone like her needs to learn a lesson."

Freya crossed her arms, sneering. "Dad, beat her into submission, don't let her ruin our future."

As I endured my father's blows, memories of my past life flooded back.

Back then, when Freya poisoned me, I begged our parents to take me to the hospital.

But they locked me up, coldly watching me die, until I took my last breath.

I never understood why—though they were my parents, they always favored Freya.

We were twins, yet she wore new clothes and went to a good school, while I was locked in the attic, treated like a servant.

As my father beat me, I screamed. Freya sat on my chest, trying to cover my mouth, but it was too late.

Soon, a neighbor knocked on the door. "What's going on in there?"

Dad stopped, turning to the door. "Nothing, our eldest daughter just tripped."