Alpha Chose My Half-Sister, I Left

I drove the three rogues off with everything I had left, then collapsed from the silver poisoning.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the healing center.

My body felt like it had been taken apart. The silver was still moving through my blood, the burning spreading from my shoulder to my limbs.

The door opened. Footsteps approached, carrying that familiar cedar scent.

Kieran.

He walked to the bedside, a delicate crystal bottle in his hand. "Moonlight herb. For silver poisoning."

I kept staring at the ceiling. Didn't look at him.

"Let me change your bandages." He moved to step closer.

I jerked away, twisting my body to avoid his hand.

The movement was too fast. My shoulder wound tore open with a searing pain.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek and laughed coldly. "What are you doing here? Come to check on a rogue wolf?"

Kieran's eyes darkened, those ice-blue irises fixed on me.

"If I don't come to see you," He paused. "who else will?"

That hit harder than any wound. It cut straight through.

Because he was right.

My mother died fighting to protect my father on the border. My father brought home his mistress and her bastard daughter.

That place called home had stopped belonging to me a long time ago.

It was Kieran who had given me the illusion — two years of making me feel like I still had someone, like I could lean on him.

Until last night, when he walked away with Melody. Until he called me a rogue wolf with nothing to do with him.

I forced my pride upright and stretched my mouth into something like a smile. "There's no shortage of young, strong Alphas lining up to check on me."

I held his gaze. "Kieran. What I said last night about having feelings — that was just playing along. Did you really think I liked you? You were convenient. Now I'm bored of it. We're done."

I tried to look fierce. I tried to make my smile sharp enough to cut.

But my eyes had already gone red.

Kieran stared at me for a long moment, his expression cooling degree by degree. "Is that so."

A nurse knocked and entered. "Alpha, Miss Melody is outside asking for you."

"Go be with your true love!" The words came out louder than I intended. "Get out of my sight!"

Kieran was quiet for a few seconds. "I came because Emily asked me to check on you."

He said it, then turned and walked out.

I laughed. Laughed until my whole body shook, laughed until the tears came. "Don't worry, I'm not deluded enough to think otherwise."

Kieran stopped in the doorway. He frowned and looked back at me — the first time he had ever seen me cry in front of him.

He seemed to want to say something. His lips moved. But in the end, nothing came out.

The door closed.

I sank back on the hospital bed. Tears ran silently — for a long time, until my eyes were dry and raw and there was nothing left.

In the days that followed, I changed my own bandages.

The silver burns made me sweat through the pain. I gritted my teeth and cleaned the wound myself, applied the moonlight herb, came close to passing out more than once. But I didn't call for help.

At night when I couldn't sleep, I scrolled my phone.

Somehow I kept landing on Melody's social media — those carefully staged photos where Kieran was peeling apples for her, making breakfast for her, Melody leaning softly against his shoulder.

Her caption read: "The best Alpha gives you the whole world's tenderness."

I stared at those photos until my chest ached in waves.

But I didn't cry. I told myself I would never shed another tear for Kieran Frost.

A week later, I was discharged. The silver poisoning had mostly cleared, but the scar on my shoulder remained.

Like a brand. A reminder of how stupid I'd been.

I went to the edge of the territory and knocked on the witch's door. "I need a potion — one that alters a wolf's scent and severs all bloodline ties."

The witch studied me, eyes wide. "Are you sure? Once you drink this, there's no going back. Your pack bond will break. Your bloodline connections will vanish. Even your wolf's scent will change. It takes effect in two weeks, and there's no antidote."

I didn't hesitate. I tilted my head back and drank it in one go.

It was bitter. Bitter like all the tears I'd ever swallowed.

Two weeks left. The family. Kieran. I didn't want any of it anymore.