The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 53

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53

Evie’s pov

Silence settles over us thickly. Even Atlas seems to sense the tension and has stopped making his little sounds. For a heartbeat, I just stare at the countertop, finding the surface more interesting than having to look at Quincy so she’d see my real emotions.

“I don’t see why I should care,” I shrug after a few tensed moments that felt like hours. The words were supposed to come out detached but I didn’t think I did a good job. T

Silence settles between us again and this time it’s a lot heavier. It presses against my chest a lot harsher as it tests the firmness of the walls I spent three whole years building.

Quincy doesn’t answer immediately. She knows me too well to know that I was lying. However, she knows when to push and when not to.

I turn away from her and reach for the other leather straps on the counter and wrap them tighter around my wrists than necessary. The pressure reminds me of where I am, of who I am. Who I have become.

It reminds me that I am no longer the weak broken girl. I was someone else. Someone much stronger, Way stronger.

“They’re nothing to me,” I continue, my voice low and feigning being nonchalant. “That pack stopped being my home a long time ago.

Harsh but given the way they treated me, I didn’t feel to be humble right now or care about them. Well at least that’s what I say.

I could feel Quincy’s gaze on me and knew she could sense the lies right out my teeth but she doesn’t call me out, just sighs and mumbles. “Well I’d say it’s their karma for all what they did to you.”

I just nod because I didn’t want to have that conversation right now. Especially in front of Atlas. Thankfully Quincy caught the hint and doesn’t say anything else about it. She pushes off the counter, moves towards Atlas and brushes her fingers through his messy dark hair. “Finish your breakfast, little warrior,” she murmurs gently.

She looks up at me and smiles. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

I nod and walk over to Atlas, crouching beside him one last time before I leave. He looks up at me, cheeks puffed with pancake. “Training now?” he asks. His voice is muffled from all that pancake in his mouth.

I smile faintly. “Yes. I’ll be back soon. Then we can go get some ice cream.”

He swallows and lifts his small fist. “Be scary.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “I will.”

He grins at me happily before his attention returns to his plate. I brush my thumb across his cheek slowly as if I was trying to remember the warmth of him and then I stand and walk out without looking back.

of him and then

Because leaving him never got easier, not even after three years.

The second I stepped outside the cool morning air hit my face. I breathed it in and stepped foot on the grass, my boots crunching on the blades as I made my way to the training grounds.

As I get closer, their voices brush toward me. Loud laughter that sounded bright despite them knowing today’s training would be more difficult.

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I round the last corner and the training grounds come fully into view. I spot everyone in the middle of the field, laughing and throwing their heads back. My eyes narrowed on them.

“Looks like something’s very funny this morning,” my voice drifts into the open and I watch amused as every one of them stiffens and scatter away into formation. One in particular, right in the middle, is flushed with

embarrassment.

I walk up to her, keeping my inner amusement inward. Her head is bowed showing respect as well as the others. I stop before her.

“Lisa,” I said smoothly and her head snaps up, eyes lighting up with shame. “You must tell me what was the joke that had everyone laughing so loudly instead of making their usual rounds around the field,” I raised a brow and watch Lisa visibly gulp.

Lisa who had shown me nothing more but animosity the second I stepped foot in this pack now regards me with nothing but respect.

The past few years here had changed everyone, including her. She had become softer, more understanding and not as cruel as she once was. Well not cruel outside the training grounds. Here, here everyone was for themselves. We showed no weakness here.

Lisa’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.” N-nothing import-ant, Evie,” she stuttered on her words, her voice tight with tension.

Her hands remained locked behind her back but I could see the tension in her fingers as they twitched. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.

I let the silence stretch a little longer, my eyes holding hers long enough for discomfort to grow in her chest. Behind her, the others stood straight and unmoving like statues. Rigid, alert and waiting for what I would do next

or command next.

Suddenly a presence comes to stand beside me. I didn’t have to turn to see who once I caught his scent.” You’re late,” I said to him.

“Just a tad bit,” Jonah grumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he scans his eyes over the trainees. His presence beside me adds to their unease. It was rather amusing to see them squirm under the pressure of our gazes.

“They seemed very entertained a while ago, didn’t they?” He murmurs dryly, raising a brow as he eyes them. They shifted uncomfortably under the weight.

I tilted my head slightly, still watching Lisa. “Do you find training amusing Lisa?” I asked calmly.

“No,” she said immediately and I can sense the truth in her tone.

I look around the field, my eyes on each and every single one of the trainees. And then I order. “Run.”

Their eyes had been straight ahead, not one of them dared move. But when my command came, their head snapped to me. Three years ago, I had stood where they stood. Weak and someone who was a liability for being weak. I was breakable, powerless……but not anymore.

A flicker of confusion crossed a few faces as they gave each other surprised stares. “Now,” I command and they move instantly.

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