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Unmade For The Alpha!

Sierra traded her medical dreams to become Lucian's Luna and rescue his crumbling pack, enduring two years of icy neglect. But when she catches him with the mate who abandoned him, pregnant and betrayed, she flees—her brothers sacrificing their titles to protect her. Seven years later, she's a celebrated doctor with a revolutionary cure, a new partner, and a daughter who's Lucian's spitting image. When the disgraced Alpha begs for forgiveness, Sierra's cold verdict seals his fate: he destroyed his second chance forever.
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Chapter 5

Third Person's Point Of View:

"Sierra... you're back!"

Raiden breathed out, his hand instinctively reaching toward her before he checked himself and pulled it back, terrified of setting her off.

"We were out of our minds with worry. We didn't know where you went…."

He was rambling on but was cut off by a cold voice of an Angry Sierra…

"I asked you what you are doing in my house!"

Sierra snapped, her icy blue eyes cutting through him like razor-sharp blades. She glared past him at her other two brothers and father, who stood in stiff, guilty silence.

"Get out. All of you. Get the hell out of my house and get the hell out of my life!"

She roared but none of them moved. Siden opened his mouth as if to plead with her, but the words caught in his dry throat. Rian looked down at the floorboards, unable to meet her furious gaze, while Senan remained rooted to the spot, his jaw clenched tight with painful helplessness. They stood like silent, unyielding statues, unwilling to leave her alone in her grief, yet completely paralyzed by the burning hatred in her eyes.

Letting out a harsh breath of pure frustration, Sierra realized arguing with these immovable walls was useless. She shoved past her father's shoulder, stomped up the wooden staircase, and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her, twisting the lock with a loud click to shut the world and her so-called family out.

…..

Night settled heavily over the house, wrapping every corner in suffocating silence.

Downstairs, the scent of an untouched dinner lingered in the air. Raiden had gone up to Sierra’s room hours ago, knocking softly on the wooden door, his voice strained as he called out to her to eat. But no sound came from inside. Sierra remained seated on the hard floor, resting her back firmly against the door frame. She knew her presence was pinned right there, her brothers, with their sharp werewolf senses, could hear her steady breathing through the wood, keeping them from trying to force the lock open without hurting her.

Defeated and heavy-hearted, no one had the appetite to eat. One by one, her father and brothers retreated into the downstairs guest rooms, the quiet hum of the house settling into an uneasy sleep.

At midnight, Sierra finally moved.

Silently, she packed her essential belongings into a small duffel bag. Taking painstaking care with every step, her bare feet glided over the wooden floorboards, making not a single sound as she slipped out of her bedroom and went downstairs before creeping into her mother’s bedroom down the hall.

The moment she stepped across the threshold, the faint, lingering scent of lavender hit her, making tears instantly gather in her eyes. She stood still, taking a long, painful last look at the room where her mother had smiled, comforted her, and lived. Moving toward the bed, Sierra reached out and picked up a framed photograph from the bedside table. A picture of her and Sienna, laughing together on a sunlit afternoon.

With trembling fingers, she caressed her mother’s face in the photo, a single tear slipping down her cheek. Wiping her eyes determinedly with the back of her hand, she tucked the picture safely inside her duffel bag and zipped it shut.

Slinging the strap over her shoulder, Sierra tiptoed to the window. Because she knew those four unruly, huge ass werewolves must have locked the front door and her mother's bedroom was on the ground floor, it was her only way out. She unlocked the frame with slow, deliberate precision, eased the glass open, and climbed out into the cool night air.

Her feet landed softly on the grass. She took a deep breath, turning toward the perimeter gate.

At that exact moment, the front door of the house creaked open.

Senan had come downstairs after his sharp werewolf hearing picked up faint, unusual noises echoing through the quiet house. Suspicious, he had rushed to her bedroom first, only to find it completely empty. Panic surging through his veins, he had frantically searched every room in the house, his heart hammering in his chest. When he couldn't find her inside, he bolted out the front door, catching her sweet, familiar scent lingering heavily in the yard.

His eyes locked onto her small figure moving through the shadows.

The second Sierra caught sight of him standing at the doorway, her eyes widened in terror. She didn't hesitate, she dashed toward the front gate as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Sierra!"

Senan didn't just run. Pushing off the porch steps with explosive power, he leaped into the air, his body shifting mid-flight into a massive, muscular grey wolf. He landed on the grass with a heavy thud, his powerful paws tearing up the lawn as he charged directly after her.

Panicking, Sierra reached the front gate, her hands trembling violently as she fumbled with the stubborn metal latch.

"Come on, open! Please, open!"

She sobbed out, struggling against the cold iron.

Before her small fingers could slide the lock free, a shadow towered over her.

With a low, booming huff, Senan’s massive wolf form leaped, gently pinning her to the soft grass under his massive paws. Before she could scream, the giant wolf leaned down and swept a huge, warm tongue straight across her face, slobbering all over her cheek in a burst of affectionate triumph.

"Eww! Stop it! Get off me, you giant wolfie!"

Sierra shrieked, squirming furiously beneath his weight and trying to push his gigantic snout away.

Her loud, indignant shrieks echoed across the quiet yard, instantly rousing the rest of the house. Footsteps thundered inside, and within seconds, Raiden, Siden, and Rian came rushing into the living room, throwing the front door wide open to see what had happened.

The scene that greeted them made the heavy tension in the room instantly snap.

Walking back through the front doorway was Senan’s gigantic wolf, carrying a thoroughly drenched, grumbling Sierra back into the house. He held her delicately by the back collar of her jacket in his massive jaws, dangling her off the floor like a stubborn, unruly pup.

Sierra’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her face scowling in absolute outrage, her small boots swinging uselessly in the air as she glared daggers at everything in sight.

Seeing their fierce, sharp-tongued little sister looking so utterly defeated and grumpy in their brother's mouth, a soft, involuntary chuckle broke out from Sidan and Rian, while even Raiden's stern lips twitched with a rare, quiet warmth.

"Put me down, you silly, oversized wolf!"

Sierra snapped, her brow furrowed into a deep, furious frown as Senan carefully lowered her onto the living room rug, looking immensely proud of himself.

...

The heavy, suffocating silence in the room was broken only by the sound of Sierra’s ragged breaths.

"Close your eyes, baby!"

Siden called out gently, his voice dropping into a low, soothing murmur that carried the tender weight of an elder brother trying desperately to protect his sister.

Sierra didn't hesitate. Recognizing the protective shift in his tone, she quickly slapped both of her small hands over her face, pressing her palms against her eyes to block out the view completely.

Behind her, Senan released his grip and shifted back into his human form in a fluid blur of dark gray fur, straining muscle, and snapping bone. Stepping into the shadowy entryway where a pair of dark jeans had been left, he pulled them up over his lean legs and zipped them into place. Sierra, unable to fight off the surge of sheer curiosity, parted her slender fingers just a tiny fraction, peeking through the narrow gap.

The sight of her sharp, icy-blue eyes peeking cautiously through her fingers did not go unnoticed. A quiet, collective chuckle broke out from her three brothers and her father, a soft, fleeting moment of genuine warmth that briefly cut through the thick, agonizing tension lingering in the air.

Realizing she had been caught and that he was fully clothed, Sierra dropped her hands instantly, her cheeks flushing as she fixed a harsh, defensive glare onto the wooden floorboards beneath her boots.

Senan stepped into the center of the living room, crossing his massive, tattooed arms tightly across his broad chest as he looked down at her fragile frame. His face was a stoic, unyielding mask, his dark eyes fixed on her as he demanded in a single, heavy word…

"Explain.”

Sierra immediately snapped her head to the side, her jaw clenching tightly as she tilted her chin up in stubborn defiance.

"There's nothing to explain."

Siden took a slow step forward, breaking his rigid stance and positioning himself directly in her line of sight. The stoic, impenetrable leader mask he usually wore completely cracked, exposing a look of raw, deeply wounded agony. His throat worked as he swallowed down a thick knot of sorrow, his dark eyes gleaming with an unspoken heartbreak that cut straight through the cold air between them.

"Are you really this desperate to get away from us, Baby?"

He asked, his voice laced with a fragile, bitter hurt that resonated through the quiet room.

Before Sierra could summon another sharp, venomous reply, Raiden let out a heavy, bone-deep sigh, a sound carrying the unbearable weight of nine long years of buried grief. The deep, weathered lines carved into his face seemed to sink even deeper beneath the dim overhead lighting of the living room.

"I have something for you, my Angel!"

Her father said quietly, his low, gravelly voice thick with suppressed emotion.

Turning on his heel, Raiden walked slowly toward the guest room down the hall. The living room fell into an agonizing, motionless silence, the heavy ticking of the clock echoing loudly until he returned. In his calloused hand, he held a carefully folded piece of paper, preserved with painstaking care. He stepped toward Sierra, stopping just a few inches away, and gently held it out to her.

"It's from your mother!"

He murmured softly.

Sierra’s breath hitched sharply in her throat, the air freezing in her lungs. With trembling, hesitant hands, she reached out and took the letter. Her small fingers brushed the edges of the paper, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs like a trapped bird.

Unfolding the page, a sharp, suffocating knot formed in her chest as her eyes landed on the familiar, elegant handwriting. It was undeniably Sienna’s. Her mother had written these exact words to Raiden before slipping away from this world forever.

‘My Dearest Raiden,

I am so sorry. Please forgive me for being unable to fulfill my promise of returning back to you after recovering. I am sorry that I couldn't fight this disease for you anymore. I didn't want you to see me in this condition as I go through the treatment knowing every moment of it will kill you. I didn't want you to see me coughing blood. I didn't want you to see me going bald. I didn't want you to see my sick body getting weaker and weaker knowing every moment of this will kill you a thousand times. That's why I had left you and I don't regret it. What I regret is taking your angel away from you. I thought our daughter was too young to live without a mother so I took her with me to the human world but I think I made a mistake.

Even though she doesn't say it, I know she misses you and her brothers. She misses her home so now when I am gone, please take her back to her home, where she belongs. I know you love her a lot and will take care of her but I want to ask you to love yourself a little too. Please, do not wait for me anymore, and move on in your life with your second-chance mate. Don't live alone. One's life doesn't end with someone's passing. Time doesn't stop for anyone…’

Hot, heavy tears welled in Sierra's eyes, spilling rapidly over her long lashes and tracing scorching wet paths down her pale cheeks as she stared at her mother's dark ink. A suffocating, crushing wave of sheer guilt crashed over her soul as the painful truth unravelled in front of her, she had wrongly accused her father of abandoning them, cursing him, hating him, and spitting venom in his face, when all along he had been silently honoring her mother's desperate, agonizing sacrifice to shield his heart from watching her wither away.

She lifted her tear-blurred eyes, looking up briefly at her father standing before her. The towering man she had spent years despising stood with his head slightly bowed, his dark eyes brimming with unshed tears, red-rimmed with an agonizing sorrow he had kept buried deep inside his chest for nine painful years just to fulfill his wife's final wish.

Swallowing the thick, suffocating lump in her throat, Sierra forced her trembling gaze back down to read the remainder of the page, her hands shaking violently against the thin paper.

‘Now that I am not around, our little Sierra is completely alone in this world. She is a very sensible child. She might look strong but she is very emotional. I am worried she won't be able to take this blow. I know she must be broken and crying after my passing. I don't want her to cry anymore. I don't want her to hurt. You have to pull her out of this grief. She needs you, Raiden. She needs her brothers to give her the strength to face this bitter truth of life. She needs your love to move on in life, I know you all love her a lot and would protect her with your life. Please take good care of our baby girl. Tell her, her momma loves her and will be watching over her from the heavens…’

A sharp sob broke from Sierra's chest, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces. Even at her very last breath, when pain was consuming her, her mother had still been worrying about her, terrified of leaving her baby girl alone without anyone by her side to protect her.

Sierra’s blurred vision reached the final lines of the letter.

If life ever gives me a second chance, I want to be with you again, as your mate.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Sierra pressed the letter tightly against her chest, collapsing into a violent fit of weeping. The sheer weight of her mother’s love, sacrifice, and lingering worry crushed every bit of fight left in her body.

Raiden immediately dropped to his knees in front of her. Gently, his large, warm hand patted her back before he pulled her small, shivering frame into his arms. He held her close, letting her tears soak into his shirt, before pulling back just enough to look into her tear-filled, ocean-blue eyes.

"This was Sienna’s last wish, Sierra!"

Raiden whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"She wanted us to be together."

Beside them, Rian dropped to his knees as well. His usual cold, formidable guard was completely shattered, his dark eyes filled with a desperate, pleading tenderness as he looked at his little sister.

"Will you come back with us to our home?"

Rian asked softly, his voice trembling slightly.

"The home we want to give you... the home that has been waiting for you for the past eight years?"

Sierra looked at her mother's letter pressed against her heart, then at the four giant, tear-eyed men kneeling around her, the family her mother had trusted to shield her when she no longer could.

Slowly, through her heavy sobbing, Sierra nodded her head.

The tension in the room snapped instantly. Relief washed over Rian’s face as he reached out and scooped her up into his arms, wrapping his strong, iron-like grip around her tiny form. He pulled her tightly against his chest, enveloping her in a fierce, protective embrace, hiding his baby sister from the cold world, just as they had promised their mother they always would.

To be continued….

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