The Beta's Rejected Daughter (Fiona) novel Chapter 56

Lance and Jake followed me behind and as I got to the hallways, Lance reached out and held my hand, but I yanked it off immediately.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped and he scoffed, wiping his hand with a napkin.

“I hate to….” he spat. “But listen!” His voice cut through, carrying the weight of a command rather than

concern.

“Since we share blood, I’ll give you a warning because you clearly don’t understand Dad at all. Keep provoking him, and you’ll crash headfirst into a wall and come out torn open and bleeding.

I could understand him completely. In his eyes, I wasn’t a sister–I was an impulsive girl who didn’t know her place, someone reckless enough to bring disaster upon herself.

The truth was simpler.

He was furious. Too furious to even deal with me properly but yet, buried beneath that anger was a sliver of guilt from the past, beginning from the day he had accused me wrongly of theft and prostitution. That guilt was the only reason he forced those words of apology out now, pretending it was concern.

I let out a quiet laugh.

“I don’t see you as my blood or brother. And the Jensons? They are no longer my family.”

My wolf stirred, steady and cold.

“You didn’t cast me out,” I continued. “I walked away on my own.”

I stepped closer, my gaze unwavering.

“So don’t stand there acting like some seasoned Alpha giving advice. I know exactly what I’m doing. Ive never been clearer.” I hissed and rolled my eyes.

Suddenly he wanted to play protector from Mr Russell?

It was laughable,

He had entire years to act like an older brother. Years to guide me, to shield me, to treat me as someone worth keeping yet he didn’t.

Right now, he watched Russell storm in without question, tearing into me like an encity, burning Raina without hesitation and suddenly he wanted to stop me from clashing with Russell

What a farce.

“Fiona.” he growled. “I must’ve been blind to waste even a second on someone like you‘

His aura flared violently, his wolf pressing close to the surface.

“You’re nothing like Lydia. She’s gentle. Obedient. She listens. She does exactly what she’s told Someone

Fitshed

like you never belonged with us. You’re not worthy of the Jenson name. Lydia is the only sister I’ll ever acknowledge!”

There it was.

The mask shattered completely.

The real Lance surged forward, volatile, cruel, and venomous.

The same Lance I knew and always remembered.

The one who inherited Lisa’s sharp tongue and poisonous temper. Mother and son, cut from the same cloth.

I felt Raina stiffen beside me, her scent turning sharp with shock, fear icing through her veins.

For a fleeting moment, shame flickered in my chest because just minutes ago, I’d almost believed Lance had changed.

That there was still something sympathy and care left in him.

I’d been wrong.

It was all an act—a flimsy disguise meant to soften me up, to pressure me into swallowing everything quietly, like I always had before sk the family image would be protected.

For the first time in my life, hatred burned clean and cold in my chest as I stared at him.

I didn’t give him another glance and keeping my expression blank, I reached back and took Raina’s hand, pulling her with me.

This was the real Lance and these words he uttered were his true thoughts.

I was nothing to compare to Lydia in their eyes.

People don’t change at their core and some rot like that of Lance is permanent.

That fake concern earlier?

Disgusting.

Raina didn’t speak as we walked away. She followed my lead, step by step, out of Orica University

“Fiona…” she finally whispered. “We didn’t even eat. I’m starving. Let’s go to the food street nearby somewhere the Jensons won’t show up and ruin everything”

I exhaled and forced a small smile, my voice sounding light, almost careless, as it my chest hadn’t just been torn open by my own family.

Well, I couldn’t hide it as tears made their way down my checks despite my attempt to hold them back

Raina suddenly wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered

Finished

I hugged her back gently.

“Don’t be. My heart doesn’t ache anymore,” I said softly. “Feel it–it’s steady. Warm. Strong.”

I guided her hand to my chest.

“I stopped expecting anything from the Jensons a long time ago. You can’t be disappointed by people you no longer believe in.”

This life had stripped away every illusion.

The Jensons weren’t family.

They were demons wrapped in silk and gold.

A beautiful house that was nothing but hell inside for me,

Raina wiped her tears, her eyes burning with resolve.

“I’m with you. This time, we’ll make Russell apologize. He won’t get away with this.”

She straightened, her wolf rising.

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