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I'm the Beta's second child. And the one who was often overlooked. My brother is strong—they see him as the next Beta heir and train him with everything they've got. My sister is fragile—they treasure her like a delicate glass flower, caring for her every need. Only me, stuck in the middle, always feeling like the one left behind. Like I could manage anywhere without anyone needing to worry about me. It wasn't until Grandma died eight years ago that I finally came back to them. They promised countless times to register my pack status. To make me an official member of the Beta family. Eighteen times. Eighteen whole times. Every single one interrupted by my sister's perfectly timed "emergencies." The last time, they chose her over me again. This time, I didn't cry. I pulled out my prepared pack registration form—and transferred my status to another pack. One where I could finally build a future of my own. Chapter 1 I lived in my parents' house the way you'd live in a motel. Basic slippers. Basic toothbrush. A room the size of a closet tucked under the stairs, where I always felt forgotten. I didn't even have a key. Every time I came home, I had to wait for someone to let me in. My name wasn't even in the Silver Moon registry. Not once. Not ever. Years ago, my parents followed our Alpha out to build a second territory. My brother Silas Sterling had rare lineage potential, so they took him along, grooming him to be the next Beta. When they left, I stayed behind alone. My sister Maya Sterling was always the fragile one. Coddled from birth. Mom couldn't stomach leaving her behind in our declining old territory. So I stayed behind with my grandmother in the old pack house that everyone else had already forgotten. She died eight years ago. Eighteen times. My parents had tried to register my pack identity at the Silver Moon's pack hall eighteen times. Today made eighteen. We hadn't even made it through the front doors when Maya called. She'd drifted too close to the territo

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