The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 28

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Evie’s pov

The sound surprises me.

The giggle slips out so soft and breathless. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. The last time I had giggled so was with Ryan. He was the only one who could ever make me smile or laugh. I didn’t think someone else could.

Quincy’s eyes light up instantly by the sound.

“There it is!” she points at me triumphantly, nearly bouncing where she sits in the mattress. “You have such a beautiful laugh.”

I clamp my lips together, trying to stop the smile that’s threatening to paint in my lips, but it’s fruitless. My cheeks ache as I grin.

She nudges the tray closer, her eyes twinkling. “Please eat something before you faint and my brother yells at me for starving his…guest. I did beg him to let me be the one to bring the food up.”

“Guest?”I echo out faintly. Not captive. Not enemy. But a guest?

She shrugs, her eyes scanning me. “Temporary resident here. Perhaps a potential problem. Mysterious white wolf girl. Take your pick.”

I hesitate only a second longer before reaching for a pastry. It’s still warm, soft beneath my fingers. I loft it to my lips and take a cautious bite.

Sweet. Warm. Tasty. I closed my eyes as I hum, letting the sweet jam filling burst on my tongue. I can’t remember eating such lovely pastries. Though Lucy made really tasty ones, I was ordered to never take those. They were always for Kimberly.

“Oh,” Quincy hums, her eyes twinkling in amusement. “You were starving, you poor thing,”

I flushed under her amused gaze. “I…” my voice comes out quieter than I expect, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve had tasty pastries like this.”

Something flickers across her expression. It was gone almost as fast as it appeared. Not surprise. Something like pity. She pities me.

“Well,” she says firmly. “You will always get delicious food like this when you’re here under my watch.”

‘She seems nice,’ Serena notes. ‘But we still must keep our guard up.’

I agree. Giving Quincy a soft smile, I continue to eat the pastry. From my peripheral vision I see her leans back on her hands, her gaze studying me openly now. “So….Evie, right?”

I nod, bringing my curious eyes to hers. Is this the start of the interrogation? My hands grow clammy.

“White wolf. First shift at eighteen which is unusual and a rejected mate,” She clicks her tongue. “You’re rather unique aren’t you? Sounds like you are.”

My stomach tightens. Unique? Maybe unwanted and weak but never unique in a good way.

“If you’re wondering how I know about the rejected mate part,” she tilts her head and her cheeks warm with a tinge of pink. “I uh, I was eavesdropping. My brother hates when I do that but I grow bored easily.”

For the second time today, I smile again.

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“I also overheard what your old alpha said,” her voice grows soft. “How could they be so cruel? From Ryan rejecting you to wanting your execution is pure evil.”

The smile wipes clean off my face.

My fingers curl tighter around the half eaten pastry, my appetite suddenly gone. The sweetness turns heavy on my tongue, sour. My chest tightens and I stare down at my lap, blinking rapidly as my vision blurs.

I know she was staring at me with nothing more than pity.

“Ryan hadn’t always been cruel to me,” I say quietly. “We were best friends before we found out we were fated last night,” I fumble with the sheets, pinching the material between my fingers. “He protected me before while the others were wicked. I-

My voice breaks and I swallow the lump in my throat and Quincy suddenly straightens. “So why did he suddenly switch?” She asked curiously.

I looked up and our eyes clashed. She stared at me with pity and I’m growing used to that stare from her. What would be the point in not telling her the truth? “He was arranged to be my twin sister’s mate. Kimberly was always stronger than every other female in the pack and he needed to mate with the strongest female. I had no wolf, no strength. We would’ve never worked out.”

I look away as I murmur.” He chose power and he wanted to get rid of the weakness I suppose. Which had always been me.”

The words that left my mouth hang between us heavily. It’s so suffocating, the rise and fall of my chest feels strained.

Quincy doesn’t answer right away and I don’t look at her either. I didn’t want to see the pity in her eyes right now. Not now.

“Wow,” she says at last. “That’s actually terrible,” her voice doesn’t have that pity edge to it but something sharper instead. Something more leaning on the emotion of anger.

A weak breath slips out of me before I can stop it. “I don’t blame him for doing what he did, I knew he would do it eventually. I was weak. Didn’t shift yet. Anyone would choose power over me.”

Quincy suddenly scoots closer. Close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off her. Her sudden close presence makes me bring my attention to her. Her eyes for the first time don’t hold any pity. Just pure anger.

“Listen to me Evie,” she says, tone hard and firm. “Choosing power over a mate isn’t strength. It’s cowardice.”

I shake my head. “You don’t understand, he had to. It was his destiny to choose another even if he found his true

mate.”

Her jaw tightens. “That’s absolute bullshit. Everyone knows your true mate is your destiny. He’s a fucking coward.

The bluntness of her words steals my breath,

“No one deserves to be treated like that,” she continues. “Look how you’ve shifted. Sure you were late but if he had just waited he’d see how he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.”

Why is she being so kind to me and she barely knows me?

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I study Quincy, trying to find any twitch in her eyes that would reveal to me that she was dishonest and fake. But nothing. She wasn’t fake. I could see the honesty in her eyes. She doesn’t hide it.

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