My Parents Spoiled Adopted Daughter While Neglected Me, I Sneaked To Hometown Pack Chapter 07

My Parents Spoiled Adopted Daughter While Neglected Me, I Sneaked To Hometown Pack Chapter 07

“I’m… sorry?” I asked, my voice shaking. 

Had my sister moved? 

Fear washed over me. 

The woman didn’t say anything at first. She just studied my face. 

Then her eyes went wide. “Are you Hannah?” 

I nodded. 

“Oh my goddess! You just appeared like The Moon 

Goddess herself!” 

“Come in, come in, come in…” 

She practically pulled me inside. 

Before I could ask, she said, 

“I’m your sister’s mate’s mother. Call me Mrs. 

Vane.” 

“Your sister went out hunting. I’ll call her right now. Just wait right here.” 

Her excitement threw me off at first. 

But then I looked around the apartment, and 

everything–made sense. 

There were photos everywhere. Baby pictures of 

me, my parents, my sister. 

The bunk beds we used to share were still there, 

exactly the same. 

And on the nightstand, there was a framed picture 

of a girl who looked a lot like me, older than the kid 

in the other photos. 

Mrs. Vane explained from behind me. 

“Your sister paid someone to take your childhood 

photos and age them up–so she’d know you the 

second she saw you as an adult.” 

“If it wasn’t for that picture, I wouldn’t have had a 

clue who you were just now.” 

“She’s been waiting for you to come home every 

single day. She… misses you like crazy.” 

She’d wanted me back so badly that her longing. 

had seeped into everyone around her. My arrival 

wasn’t a shock, it was a miracle they’d been 

praying for. 

I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. They just 

poured out. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re home. 

This is happy. No crying.” 

But even as she said it, Mrs. Vane’s eyes went red. 

“Lie down and rest for a bit. She’ll be back soon.” 

Maybe I was exhausted from the trip. Or maybe it 

was just that I hadn’t felt this safe in ten years. 

Breathing in the familiar scent of my old blanket, I 

fell into a deep sleep. 

I don’t know how long I was out. But at some 

point, I felt someone gently touching my face. 

A palm just like my adoptive mother’s used to feel 

when she’d soothe me to sleep. 

I opened my eyes slowly. 

And there she was. My sister. Her face so familiar 

it hurt. Her eyes swollen and red. 

“Evelyn!” 

My voice cracked. 

“Hannah. You’re finally home. Have you been okay 

all these years?” 

Her voice was low and thick, like she was choking. 

back everything she wanted to say. 

All the hurt from the past decade came rushing 

back. I didn’t want to be strong anymore. I sobbed. 

“No! I wasn’t okay. They were all mean to me!” 

She didn’t hesitate. She threw herself on top of me 

and burst into tears. 

“If there’d been any way for me to take care of you back then, I never would’ve let them take you.” 

That one sentence said everything. 

But back then, there was nothing she could do. 

Evelyn told me that after my birth parents took me 

away, she was taken in by a kind werewolf family 

here on Frostveil Island. 

Her mate’s parents. 

They’d taken her in as a daughter. But then fate 

stepped in, and they turned out to be true mates. 

All these years, Evelyn had stayed in this old 

apartment. Because she was afraid I’d come back. 

and not find her. 

When she turned eighteen, she went all the way to 

Ironclaw Pack territory looking for me. But that 

land was too vast, and a normal werewolf like her couldn’t just walk up to an Alpha. 

She wandered for a full day and night without finding me. 

Her mate Eric had to come get her and bring her home. And then she got so sick she was bedridden for weeks. 

But that was all in the past now. All we had left 

was the joy of being together again. 

Evelyn wiped my tears. I wiped hers. 

“You must be hungry. Come eat. See what I made 

for you.” 

She opened the bedroom door, and the smell of 

delicious meat hit me. 

The whole table was covered in my favorite foods. 

Mrs. Vane and her family were waiting for me to 

sit down. “Evelyn said these are all your favorites. Try my cooking.” 

I turned to my sister’s mate. “Eric… thank you.” 

He smiled warmly. “Don’t even worry about it. You happy means Evelyn’s happy. And Evelyn happy means the whole family’s happy. We’ll cook for 

you every single day.” 

He was kind. Genuine. He made me laugh. 

Happiness finally felt like something I was allowed 

to have again. 

But a storm was brewing. One I didn’t see coming.