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Blackthorn 55

Blackthorn 55

 

Chapter 55 

Kael’s POV_ 

The next few days were hell. 

I barely left my room. 

The walls felt like they were closing in on me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Roxanne. Her smile. Her voice. That damned folder. That video. 

I kept thinking, how did it come to this? 

She had me trapped. She had caged me like some animal. 

And the worst part? 

There was no one I could tell. 

Valric, my wolf, was silent most of the time. But when he did speak, it was always the same. 

“We should rip her apart. She’s vile.” 

“We can’t,” I replied. “Not now. We don’t have proof. If we move too soon, she’ll destroy everything.” 

I spent hours just staring at the ceiling. No appetite. No energy. I was just…empty. 

Roxanne hadn’t contacted me since that day at the restaurant. It felt like she was giving me space, but I 

knew better. She was planning something. She always was. 

Then, that evening, my phone rang. Her name flashed across the screen. I stared at it for a long time. Valric growled. 

“Don’t pick it up.” 

“We have to,” I whispered. 

I answered. 

Her voice was sweet…..too sweet. 

“Hi, Kael, Just a quick heads-up. I’ll be coming over for dinner tonight. With my parents. They’ve already spoken to your mother and father. Everything is arranged.” 

I didn’t say anything. 

“Also,” she added, her tone sharp now, “I hope you remember our little agreement. You need to smile, behave and do as I say. Or the video goes public. Understood?” 

I clenched my jaw. 

“Understood,” I said quietly. 

 

Then I hung up. 

And I threw my phone. 

It shattered against the wall. There were pieces flying across the room. 

Valric snarled. “She wants to make us her puppet.” 

“I know. But we need to be smart. We’ll play along. For now. But we’ll find a way out. I swear it.” 

I sat back on my bed and stared at the broken phone. 

My head pounded. 

I didn’t move for the rest of the day. I barely noticed when the sun dipped below the horizon. 

There was a knock on my door. 

“Kael?” It was my mother. 

I stood up quickly and wiped my face. 

“Come in.” 

She entered. She was graceful and elegant as always. Her brows were drawn in concern. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting…strange.” 

I forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mom. Just tired. There is a lot on my mind.” 

She stepped closer and touched my cheek. “You look pale. You’re sure you’re okay?” 

I nodded. “Yeah. I just need to rest.” 

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She hesitated, then smiled softly. “Alright. But don’t stay in here all night. Roxanne and her parents are 

coming for dinner.” 

“I know,” I said. 

She left and my stomach twisted. 

Evening came too fast. 

I forced myself to get dressed. I chose a black button-up and slacks with a hint of cologne. 

Fake it, I told myself. Just fake it. 

When I stepped downstairs, they were already there. 

Roxanne wore a pale pink satin dress. It clung to her curves. The neckline was dipping just enough to look innocent and seductive at the same time. Her dark hair was pinned up. There were a few strands falling around her face. She looked like the perfect Luna-to-be. 

She turned and smiled when she saw me. “Kael. You look wonderful.” 

 

I grunted. “You too.” 

Valric hissed, “I hate her. I hate her so much.” 

“Me too,” I replied. 

She was already chatting with my mother and father. Her voice was light and cheerful. 

“Oh yes, the wedding colors should be soft, nothing too flashy,” she was saying. “I was thinking blush and 

gold. So elegant, right?” 

Her mother nodded. “Blush and gold would look beautiful on you, darling.” 

Her father smiled at my parents. “We’re just so thrilled about this union. Our families have always been close. This is perfect.” 

My father, Alpha Alexis, nodded. “It’s long overdue.” 

Luna Grace, my mother, added, “We’re very happy. Roxanne is so lovely.” 

I wanted to scream. 

Dinner was served. There was steak, mashed potatoes and steamed greens. It was my favorite. 

But I couldn’t eat. 

Roxanne sat beside me. She leaned in, her voice low. 

“Eat your food, Kael. Smile. Act normal. Or else.” 

I glared at her. “You don’t have to keep threatening me. I get it.” 

She smiled and cut her steak like nothing was wrong: 

I chewed slowly, forcing the food down my throat. Everything tasted like ash. 

The table was full of polite chatter. 

“So when do you plan to announce the marriage to the public?” Roxanne’s mother asked. 

My mother smiled. “Soon. Perhaps next week. We want it to be a grand event.” 

“We’d love to host the dinner for the Luna Ceremony at our estate,” my father offered. 

Roxanne beamed. “That sounds lovely, Alpha.” 

I didn’t say a word. 

Once dinner was over, my father stood. “Let’s move to the sitting room. We have a few details to finalize.” 

We all got up. 

I followed them like a ghost. 

We sat down-my parents on one couch and Roxanne’s on the other. Roxanne and I sat in the middle. 

  

She crossed her legs and took a deep breath. 

“Before we begin,” she said sweetly, “I have something important to say.” 

Everyone turned to her. 

She placed a hand over her stomach and smiled. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

There was silence…a long and heavy silence. 

My heart stopped. 

My mother gasped. “Pregnant?” 

Dad stared at me. “Kael…is this true?” 

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. 

Roxanne squeezed my hand hard. 

“Yes,” she answered for me. “Kael and I are expecting. It was unexpected, but…we’re happy.” 

Valric howled inside me. “Liar. Liar!” 

She continued, “We thought it best to inform you all together. It’s a blessing.” 

My mother then added, “Of course, it pushes up the timeline a little, but a child is a gift.” 

Her mother blinked rapidly. “We’re…going to be grandparents?” 

Roxanne nodded. “Yes.” 

Everyone looked at me again. 

I forced a smile. I had no choice. 

“Yes. It’s true.” 

But inside, I was screaming. 

This wasn’t just a dinner. 

This was my prison. 

And Roxanne? She had just tightened the lock. 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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Status: Ongoing Type:
Blackthorn

“The Wolf Who Couldn’t Shift”


1. The Outcast of Nightshade Pack

Lisa had always been the outcast of her own home — a wolf without a wolf.

In the Nightshade Pack, turning twenty-one meant power, dominance, and pride. Every werewolf her age had already shifted, embracing their animal half. But Lisa hadn’t. Her wolf had never emerged.

Because of that, she was treated as an anomaly, a failure, and a source of shame.
Her parents ignored her. The pack ridiculed her. Even her own blood — her beautiful, perfect sister Roxanne — made her life a living nightmare.

Roxanne was everything Lisa wasn’t: strong, admired, and loved. The perfect daughter. The shining jewel of the family. And to make matters worse, Roxanne was dating Kael Blackthorn, the Alpha’s son — a man everyone respected and desired.

For Lisa, that was the final reminder of her insignificance. Every time she saw them together, it only highlighted the chasm between their worlds.


2. A Celebration That Wasn’t Hers

That night was Roxanne’s birthday, and their mother had transformed their home into a grand venue — lights, laughter, and music filled the air. Roxanne had been gifted a stunning red gown, handpicked by their mother, while Lisa was given a single task: serve the guests.

No one remembered Lisa’s birthday a few months ago. No cake. No presents. No “happy birthday.” Her parents had said it plainly before — Roxanne came first.
Lisa was simply expected to sacrifice and stay silent.

Still, she wanted to look decent. She chose a modest navy-blue dress, applied light makeup, and promised herself she wouldn’t let the night break her.

But the universe — or rather, Roxanne — had other plans.


3. Sister Cruelty

The door burst open, and Roxanne walked in like a queen entering a servant’s quarters. Her crimson lips curved into a smirk.

“What are you doing? You should be downstairs, not wasting time,” she sneered.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Lisa replied softly, trying to keep her calm.

Roxanne’s eyes glinted with malice. Without warning, she snatched Lisa’s face cream from the dresser and poured it all over her dress.

Lisa gasped as the thick cream soaked through the fabric, staining it completely.

“Roxanne!” she cried, panic and disbelief trembling in her voice. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re embarrassing,” Roxanne replied coldly. “You think dressing up will make people notice you? No one cares what you look like, Lisa. You’re nothing but a burden.”

Tears blurred Lisa’s vision as she ran downstairs, desperate for justice. But when she told their mother what had happened, she was met with scorn.

“Roxanne would never do that,” her mother said sharply. “Stop making excuses. Go change and get back to work.”

And there Roxanne stood beside her, smug and triumphant, watching Lisa break in silence.


4. The Invisible Sister

Lisa changed into an old, faded dress — dull and shapeless.
When she finally entered the main hall, guests were already laughing and drinking, the music echoing through the night.

She moved quietly among them, balancing trays and forcing smiles. She served drinks, ignored whispers, and endured Roxanne’s cruel jokes.

One of Roxanne’s friends gave Lisa a small, pitying smile.
“Oh, you must be Lisa, right? Roxanne’s sister?”

Before Lisa could answer, Roxanne appeared and laughed loudly.
“Don’t bother talking to her! She’s just the help tonight — our little maid.”

Her friends giggled, glancing at Lisa like she was a joke.
“She’s really your sister?” one asked. “She doesn’t even look like she belongs here.”

“She doesn’t,” Roxanne said proudly. “She’s an embarrassment to the family.”

The laughter burned like fire in Lisa’s ears. But she didn’t fight back.
She had learned long ago that silence hurt less than hope.


5. The Alpha’s Arrival

Suddenly, the noise died down. All eyes turned toward the entrance.

The Alpha, Luna, and their son Kael Blackthorn — Roxanne’s boyfriend — had arrived. Their presence demanded respect, their aura commanding silence.

Kael was striking — tall, dark-haired, eyes sharp and unreadable. Power radiated from him effortlessly.
He walked straight to Roxanne, pulling her into his arms, kissing her in front of everyone.

The crowd cheered. Roxanne basked in the attention like it was her birthright.

Lisa’s stomach twisted. Not out of jealousy — but from the ache of being so invisible even to those who shared her blood.

“Lisa!” Roxanne called, her tone dripping with authority. “Bring drinks for me and Kael.”

Lisa obeyed. She returned with a tray of crystal glasses, keeping her head down. But when she approached, she felt his gaze.

Kael was watching her.

“Is that your sister?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “What’s her name? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

Roxanne laughed, tightening her arm around him.
“Oh, don’t bother. She’s not important. Just the family failure. Focus on me.”

Then she kissed him again — possessive, showy, territorial.


6. The Breaking Point

Something inside Lisa snapped.

For years, she had swallowed humiliation, endured cruelty, and told herself it didn’t matter. But as she stood there, watching her sister claim everything — their parents’ love, the pack’s respect, even Kael’s attention — something deep within her stirred.

Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pain. Maybe it was the first stirrings of the wolf she thought she’d never have.

But it was there — hot, alive, awake.

She placed the tray down calmly, ignoring Roxanne’s voice calling after her.
She walked away — past the laughter, past the whispers, past every face that had ever looked at her with pity.

They could laugh. They could mock.
But one day, they would see.


7. A Shift Waiting to Happen

As the night went on, Lisa slipped quietly outside. The cool air hit her face, carrying the scent of pine and moonlight.

The party’s laughter echoed behind her, but she barely heard it. Her heart pounded with a strange rhythm, her blood burning beneath her skin.

Something was happening — a pull in her soul, a whisper in her bones.

She tilted her head toward the moon, feeling its glow on her skin.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel weak. She felt something ancient stirring inside her, clawing to be free.

Maybe her wolf wasn’t gone.
Maybe it had just been waiting — for the moment Lisa stopped begging to be seen, and started seeing herself.


8. The Beginning of Change

Inside, the celebration continued. Roxanne laughed, oblivious to the storm brewing.

Kael’s eyes flicked toward the window where Lisa stood in the moonlight. For a brief second, something unreadable crossed his expression — curiosity, or maybe recognition.

He didn’t know it yet. None of them did.
But the quiet, invisible girl they had mocked all her life was about to become something far greater than any of them could imagine.

Because sometimes, the wolves who are late to shift…
Are the ones destined to lead the pack.

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