The True Lycan Daughter's Return

The late autumn wind, cold and biting, pierced through Bailey's thin clothes. It seemed to tug at her tired body as she made her way home, only to be shocked by what she saw in front of her.

Strangers were gathered around the door of the house, frantically moving things around.

A tall and lanky soldier told Bailey that her family's house had been resold, that her parents had moved out, and that at that moment, they had packed their bags and were ready to drive away.

Bailey just felt her mind go blank and she ran out the door without thinking much.

When she got outside, Bailey saw the familiar sedan pull up to the curb, as if it had been waiting for her. At that moment, the car door opened and Bailey's father, Harland, got out and walked towards her.

"Bailey, this might be the last time we see each other. We're moving away, and you're going back to your birth parents," his tone was filled with dismay.

Harland's mind drifted back to three months ago, when he was in urgent need of blood and Bailey donated blood to him. Only then did they find out that the two of them weren't related.

This discovery shocked everyone.

After recovering from his illness, Harland finally found his real daughter, Chloe, after many attempts.

Now, the Harland family had traded for a better house for Chloe, and Bailey, the child who wasn't related to them, was naturally left on her own.

"The police found us yesterday and said that it was your real mother, and they're going to take you back today," Harland patted Bailey's shoulder with mixed feelings. "If you want anything else, just ask. Just... when you get there."

Harland had learned from the police that Bailey's birth mother's family was in a really bad situation.

They lived in a dilapidated and rundown area.

The people there lived right next to a stinking sewer that reeked of decay. There, having a house was a luxury, and Bailey's birth mother's family was crammed into a rickety little boat.

All year round, several people huddled in that small and cramped boat to eat and sleep. As for using the toilet, they could only do it directly in the river.

Over there, not to mention wearing designer clothes and going to a prestigious school, even getting a decent meal was a problem.

Bailey stood in front of Harland. It seemed that she could read his mind, and there was not a single ripple of emotion in her clear eyes.

She said calmly to Harland, "Are we done here? I'm leaving."

She turned to leave, her back showing determination, as if she had no attachment to this home at all.

Victoria was immediately annoyed. "This ungrateful girl doesn't even appreciate you. All these years, you've spoiled her! She even had the nerve to dance with Chloe's boyfriend at the ball and steal Chloe's man."

As everyone knew, that boy was Bailey's boyfriend.

But after Chloe was brought back by Harland, the boy rejected Bailey because she was no longer the Alpha's daughter.

Bailey danced with him not realizing that they had been together for a long time. She was clearly betrayed but was instead seen as the other woman.

"He's such a great Alpha's son. He's really good to me now. I know my sister has always liked him, and I hope you'll give us your blessing," it was Chloe who spoke. It had been a month since she was picked up from the Moonlight Pack.

Bailey looked at her with a hint of sarcasm and asked back with a blank expression, "Who said I liked him?"

Chloe was stunned for a moment. She had expected Bailey to be so heartbroken by the news that she would burst into tears on the spot.

Bailey gave her a disdainful look and said coldly, "If there's something wrong with your eyes, go see a doctor. The people you think are so precious are worthless in my eyes."

Huh? What did she just say?

Chloe wanted to get angry, but with Harland and Victoria there, she had to swallow her anger.

Yesterday, she had overheard her parents talking. Just thinking about a future where Bailey would live with people worse than bums gave her a sense of superiority. She couldn't help but say, "Bailey, I know you don't want to go back to that slum area, and you must be really struggling right now, aren't you?"

Chloe took an envelope out of her backpack and handed it to Bailey. "Here's $500. I heard that the conditions there are really bad. I would have prepared more cash for you, but I heard that the people there are generally not very trustworthy, and there are especially a lot of thieves and robbers... It's not safe for you to carry too much money with you."

Chloe's eyes were full of anticipation, but she couldn't hide the smugness and arrogance in her tone. "Five hundred dollars means nothing to me, and you need it more than I do! Take it!"

Victoria was unhappy. "You silly girl, her situation is like a bottomless pit. Even $10,000 wouldn't be enough to fix it."

Bailey gave a faint smile. What, did they think they could humiliate her with this little bit of money?

She didn't care at all.

During the floods a week ago, she didn't hesitate to rush into the rushing water to try to save Chloe.

By the time the rescuers found them, Chloe was frozen unconscious, on the verge of death and in a deep coma.

When Victoria and her family arrived at the makeshift shelter, they rushed straight to Chloe to try to save her, not even glancing at Bailey, who was in a life-threatening situation.

Bailey was lying on the floor in a daze, feeling only cold in her hands and feet. But what made her feel even colder was the conversation between Victoria and Harland-

"She hasn't woken up in three days. She's probably going to die."

"It's better this way. If she's dead, we can focus on taking care of Chloe and save ourselves a lot of trouble."

Bailey, who was in a coma at that time, heard this, and the last glimmer of hope she had for this family completely vanished.

Bailey didn't even look at the $500. She turned around and was about to leave when Chloe took Bailey's hand and forced the envelope into her hand, ignoring her previous doubts. "Sister, take it."

But as her hand just touched Bailey's backpack...

Next.

To everyone's surprise.

A diamond necklace unexpectedly fell out of Bailey's backpack!

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

Chloe couldn't help but cover her mouth. "How could this be... Isn't this Grandma's heirloom? Why is it in your bag?!"

"Harland, look. Bailey had the nerve to take Grandma's necklace as she was leaving," Victoria shouted hurriedly. "I never realized that after all these years, we raised a thankless person!"

Harland was also stunned. "What's going on?"

Bailey realized that they were falsely accusing her of stealing.

Sure enough, Chloe's face was filled with dissatisfaction and a feigned look of pain. "Bailey, that's Grandma's legacy. When did you become so greedy?"

She paused and then thought she was making a generous offer. "Hurry up and bow down to Mom and Dad and admit that you were wrong, and I can try to persuade them to keep you."

"Chloe, don't talk to her. Even if she cries and begs us, we won't keep her now!" Victoria was furious. "And she's definitely not taking anything from this house!"

Chloe then said kindly, "Sister, I know you took this necklace for your future. But, after all, this is a heirloom from Grandma... How about this? I'll transfer some more money to you. Is $1,000 enough?"

The implication of her words was clearly that Bailey had stolen the necklace to sell for money.

A few of the servants around couldn't help but speak up:

"Bailey is so ungrateful! This necklace is worth tens of millions of dollars!"

"Bailey shouldn't take Grandma's heirloom no matter how short of money she is, and the necklace should be returned to Chloe. Bailey isn't even part of the Moonlight Pack anymore."

"All the money we've spent on Bailey over the years didn't seem to matter to her, and Chloe even gave her an extra $500. Chloe is really too kind!"

The people around them praised Chloe and couldn't help but compare the two sisters.

The more they compared, the more they thought that Bailey was inferior to Chloe in every way!

Other than being better looking, Bailey really couldn't compare to Chloe!

Victoria snatched the necklace from Bailey's hand and said, "We've done our best to raise you all these years! This necklace belongs to our family. Don't even think about it! Before I call the police, get out of here as far as you can!"

"Mom!" Chole heard this and said anxiously, "My sister's real parents don't work ...... This necklace can be sold for some money. My sister needs it more than I do ......"

Several nannies were touched by Chole's kindness, She is so sensible and kind-hearted!

"Sister, I'll stop mom for you ...... You go!"" Chole impulsively snatched the necklace from Victoria and brought it to Bailey, "Sister, take it, I won't blame you for stealing ......"

Athen raised his eyes and surveyed Chole.

She emphasizes stealing again?

That's all the tricks she has. Doesn't she have any more sophisticated methods?. Doesn't she have anything more advanced?

Bailey watched quietly as Chole acted out the scene, nothing rippling inside her at that moment, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Bailey took the necklace, the corners of her lips lightly hooked: "Chole you want to do a play to do a full set, grandmother left the necklace pendant with engraving, your this one does not! Also, your workmanship on this one is too rough, the color, clarity, and cut are too poor."

"A hundred thousand dollars? It's worthless as far as I'm concerned," Bailey sneered, "You got a shitty knockoff from a little workshop and you're trying to plant it on me?"

The next second, Bailey threw the necklace straight to the floor.

The crowd was dumbfounded and Victoria was frozen for a few moments, exasperated, "Bailey what are you babbling about!"

By now Harland had picked up the necklace from the floor and examined it carefully before realizing, "It really isn't Grandma's, it's a knockoff."

Harland calmed down and remembered that he had put his grandmother's necklace in the safe, and he was the only one who knew the combination, so no one else could have gotten to it.

Seeing that he's been torn apart Chole explains somewhat sheepishly, "I was the one who misread it just now."

" What a coincidence to be wrong, I'm afraid I'd be on the hook for thievery if I hadn't broken up your trick," Bailey laughed sarcastically.

"I'm sorry we misjudged you earlier, I'll make it up to you whatever you want." Harland sighed and with an attitude of trying to keep the peace.

There were things that she had longed for. Her family had always been stingy and never gave her even a little bit. Now, what her father called compensation was just like garbage to her.

Bailey sneered, "No need. I will pay you back the alimony that you have spent on me since I was a child. From now on, I have nothing to do with your family anymore."

Bailey finished, and without a moment's hesitation, turned to leave.

Victoria looked at her departing back and shivered with anger, "Look at that, really a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised! If it weren't for Chloe's sake, I would have kicked her out a long time ago!"

Chloe held Victoria's arm and comforted, "Mom, my sister might be like this because she suddenly knew she was going to be sent back to such a poor place and couldn't accept it for a while, so don't be angry with her."

"You, you're just too kind." Victoria looked helplessly at her youngest daughter, then looked in the direction Bailey left and cursed in a low voice,

"The flood didn't even drown her. Maybe she was possessed by some kind of monster. It's good that she was sent away, otherwise we don't know how she's going to wreak havoc on our family."

"Well, don't even say it." Harland said quietly, ending the conversation.

Bailey had just stepped out of her house when the otherwise clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and the temperature around her dropped several degrees.

The cold winter wind whipped at her face like a knife as Bailey made her way to the front door; she had to be out of Moonlight Pack by midnight.

If she was caught by the people of Moonlight after that, Harland would have to kill her, whether she was family or not.

She's a rogue now.

It's the law of all wolves.

Bailey didn't have a wolf pack anymore. She didn't have the contact information of her birth parents and didn't know where to go.

All borders on this side of the territory are opposite other wolf pack lands.

To leave one pack, she must enter another pack land. But that was her only option. Trying to reach unclaimed territory was too risky.

Bailey stepped into the train compartment and closed the door behind her, slowly adding sleep to the rocking of the car.

She drifted off into sleep.

She didn't know how long it took, but a slight chill breeze crept in and Bailey jolted out of her sleep.

Instantly, a strong odor of blood drilled into her nostrils.

In the next second, a figure with a cold and bloody smell, quickly flashed into the carriage where she was, and then closed the door with a bang.

"Hide!" The man's voice was clear and cold, which was permeated with majesty and an aura that could not be disobeyed.

Before Bailey had time to react in any way, the man had quickly removed his shirt and put on his pants, and without a second thought, he was under her covers.

The beds on the train were already too narrow to accommodate two people, and the man pressed almost his entire body against her.

"You ......" Bailey was just about to raise her voice in question when the man took a step faster and pinned her down dead center.

At this moment, the man was emitting a strong aura of fury, and the smell of blood filled the carriage for a long time.

Immediately after that, the man's hand suddenly reached out, "hissing" sound, tore open her shirt, Bailey's snow-white skin was instantly exposed.

"Will you moan ?" The man's voice hissed in command.

Bailey instantly understood the man's intentions.

In this bed where a man and a woman shared a naked body, whether it was a passionate scream of pleasure or a mournful scream, it was highly reminiscent of a fling, and it was just the thing to cover the man's tracks.

At the same time, a cold knife was pressed against her neck, and the man threatened viciously, " Moan louder, or I'll slit your throat right now!"

Bailey only felt as if the blood in her body instantly froze, and her face turned as white as paper.

The man's cool upper body pressed against her warm body, making her doubly uncomfortable and fearful.

Just then, the train stopped with a clunk.

Neatly organized footsteps from far and near, breaking the original tranquility of the carriage, sleeping travelers have been woken up, the whole carriage suddenly noisy.

Bailey knew that someone was coming to check on the car.

"Moan!" The man's voice became more and more urgent, he said while still mimicking certain unpleasant movements, "If you don't scream again, I'm not going to be polite ......"

The man's arms were strong and powerful, and his voice was full of viciousness.

At this moment, the bright knife is still on Bailey's neck, Bailey knows that he has met the outlaw, and has already lost the first opportunity, there is no certainty that he can subdue this person in front of him.

On balance, she made a snap decision and hummed softly, making some ambiguous noises like in the movie.

Soon the door to Bailey's compartment was rudely ripped open.

She pretended to be startled by the movement outside the door and came to a screeching halt.

The beam of the flashlight shone straight down on them, and Bailey hastily tugged at the covers, half-covering her pale shoulders, then squealed and threw her arms around the man on top of her in one smooth motion.

The soldier with the flashlight saw the ambiguous scene in the room, and the young man turned red and looked embarrassed.

Bailey's tense, wary eyes made him feel at a loss for words, and he retreated in embarrassment, forgetting all about getting a good look at his face.

The soldier who had been inspecting the area then blurted out from the doorway, "No anomalies were found."

Bailey perked up her ears and listened to the footsteps fading away.

The whole train went through the motions of elimination and tossed around for a full half hour before it started slowly again.

At that moment, the man pressing on Bailey finally moved the knife that was on her neck.

"Thanks a lot." In the darkness, the man climbed to his feet and began to dress.

Bailey silently buttoned up his shirt without a word.

The train swayed gently, moving forward at an even pace, and a silence fell over the carriages.

The man couldn't help but feel strange in his heart, this such a young girl in front of him, after experiencing such a shocking scene just now, could still organize her clothes so calmly, neither crying nor asking questions, it was really a bit unusual.

With this in mind, the man fumbled for a match and lit it with a "rub".

The faint, dim light of the fire wavered in the darkness, illuminating a small area.

With the light, the man got a good look at Bailey's face, and she got a good look at him.

The man reached up and cupped Bailey's jaw, which looked remarkably small in the man's wide, rough palm.

Bailey's eyes were wary, and perhaps a touch aggravated, but the only thing that wasn't there was fear.

"What's the name?" The man asked.

"Emily," Bailey casually gave the name of the maid in Harland's house.

In her mind, no one would be stupid enough to give their real name to an outlaw.

She didn't struggle on the surface, but her eyes were always fixed on the sharp dagger that the man had placed at his feet, her eyes flickering slightly as she secretly pondered whether the dagger would fall on her neck again in the next second.

In the faint reflection of the lamplight, the man spoke coldly, "Okay, Emily, you saved my life today, I'll give you a payment."

Just then a shrill whistle came from outside.

The man heard that it was the code word to meet him.

He stood up and threw the bloody coat out of the car window.

It wasn't until then that Bailey realized that none of the blood all over the man's body turned out to be his own.

Looking very tired, he wasn't actually hurt.

Knowing he couldn't stay here long, the man asked hurriedly, "Where are you from and where do I have to go to find you?"

Bailey bit her lower lip firmly, staying silent. Her eyes were full of wariness and defiance.

The man, seeing her like that, thought she was shy and too embarrassed to reply.

But the signal for backup had arrived, and he really didn't have time to keep asking for an answer.

In his impatience, the man's eyes scanned Bailey and quickly settled on the necklace around her neck.

He reached out and yanked the necklace off, carelessly stuffing it into his pocket.

He said to Bailey in a hurry, "This train will get to Hardy Pack in an hour. I'll send someone to meet you at the train station! I've got urgent things to deal with right now, so it's really not convenient for me to take you along. Bye."

The man put the necklace away and quickly vanished at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only the hasty sound of his footsteps.

Bailey stared in the direction the man had gone, lost in thought.

The man seemed to be only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but he gave off a natural air of arrogance.

But compared to everything else, what really astonished Bailey was the strange aura around the man. Bailey had had a special ability since she was a child.

Since Bailey was a pup, she has possessed a special ability to sense the strength of the power emanating from other wolves. This strength of power usually manifests in various forms and colors.

Normally, the spiritual power aura of an ordinary werewolf was just a faint shimmer, but the powerful high-ranking wolves had a somewhat brighter and more vivid aura.

But the aura around this man in front of her was something Bailey had never seen before.

That aura was like a blazing golden flame, full of vitality and dazzling.

Each flicker seemed to hold infinite energy.

This radiance not only indicated his immeasurable power but also gave off a unique pressure that aroused an indescribable sense of awe deep in Bailey's heart.

She tried to sense this power through a mental connection, only to find that her consciousness, in the face of that powerful aura, was like a drop in the ocean and was almost overwhelmed in an instant.

Hearing his tone, when he said he'd send someone to meet her at the train station, it suggested that he must have some influence within the Moonlight Pack.

But Bailey wouldn't trust a stranger so easily.

So, when the train was about to reach the border of Moonlight Pack, she made up her mind and got off the train, ready to start her new plan.

The sky hadn't completely turned dark yet, and Bailey stood by the roadside, wondering where to spend the night.

Just then, the sound of a car approaching came from not too far away.

A sedan drove up slowly.

It was clearly in a bad state.

The trunk lid was raised high, the body had several dents, and the windshield was cracked in several places, as if it had just been in a bad car crash.

To Bailey's surprise, the car stopped right in front of her.

Right after that, the car door opened, and the driver, dressed in a black suit and white gloves, quickly got out and politely opened the back door.

Bailey raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes landing on the car that was slowly coming to a halt.

The car door opened, and a young man got out of the car calmly.

With her unique sensing ability, she immediately detected the power coming from the other person's body.

That power was different from the usual ones.

It had a mysterious and unique color, subtly showing a powerful feeling similar to having limitless wealth.

The man walked up to Bailey.

His eyes were gentle and full of apology as he said, "I'm sorry, Bailey. I just went to Moonlight Pack to pick you up, but I found out you'd taken the train and left earlier, so I hurried over. On the way, a truck rear - ended me, and the car got out of control and hit the railing. I'm sorry I'm late."

The moment he saw Bailey, the man was a bit startled.

The girl in front of him had long, curly blond hair, and her blue eyes were like deep jewels, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She looked like the young Queen. But compared to the Queen, the girl had a unique aura that was even more charming and alluring.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ethan, and I'm your brother," the man said with a smile.

Bailey looked the extraordinary "brother" up and down, feeling a bit confused, and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"I have a friend who works at the train station. I asked her about your schedule and found out that you'd just gotten off here, so I rushed over in a hurry. I didn't expect to have this accident and damage my car," Ethan explained.

Bailey looked at the car again.

Her sharp eye immediately recognized it as a custom - made Rolls - Royce Phantom, the only one of its kind in the world, worth over a hundred million dollars.

This was completely different from the family background Harland had described.

"Didn't you say my family lived in the slums? How could there be such an expensive car?" she couldn't help asking.

"We have quite a few of these cars at home." Ethan replied with a smile.

It seemed that her biological family was far from being as poor as Harland and the others had said.

Ethan looked at Bailey.

At that moment, he felt a bit guilty.

He had been worried before coming, afraid that he would miss his sister again.

He asked with concern, "Did you have a good journey? Did you run into any trouble?"

Bailey didn't plan to tell this newly found brother about the thrilling experience she'd just had.

She gently shook her head and said, "Everything went smoothly, and I didn't run into any danger."

After hearing this, Ethan let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to the car, easily put the knocked - off door back on, and said to Bailey, "Come on, bro will take you home."

On the way, Bailey casually looked out the window.

Her beautiful face was a sight to behold.

Ethan occasionally glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

The more he looked, the more he thought she looked like his mother when she was young.

Ethan said to Bailey with a smile, "My family specifically told me to be more formal when I bring you home for the first time, so I used this car. It might not be super luxurious, but you'll have to put up with it for now."

Bailey looked at the Rolls - Royce in front of her.

If this is what they call "making do," then what would they call "luxurious"?

"Aren't we going to the slums?"

Bailey suddenly asked, her eyes fixed on the driver. "The slums?"

Ethan snapped back to reality. "Oh... that's the place where we plan to invest in public welfare in the future. Our home is in Hardy Pack."

Hardy Pack was the home of the Alpha King!

It was also the richest and most prestigious territory among all the wolf packs.

Although Harland had struggled for half his life, his personal wealth was no more than a few hundred thousand dollars.

But for the Moonlight Pack, he was already the richest, and that's why Victoria looked down on everyone else.

After the car drove away, the soldiers who had been secretly watching from the side started whispering to each other.

"The girl who was just taken away, isn't she Harland's adopted daughter?" a soldier whispered.

"That's right. I heard she's not their biological child. She was kicked out by her family, and her biological parents seem to live in the slums."

Another soldier chimed in.

"The slums? Look at her manner. She doesn't look like she's from the slums at all. Maybe her biological parents are quite powerful."

A soldier speculated. "If that's the case, won't that family regret it like crazy?"

The soldiers said, unable to hold back their laughter.

At that moment, Victoria and Chloe were standing on the road, heading somewhere.

Chloe was really excited.

She thought that if she could become an exchange student, she'd meet more wealthy young heirs, and her future would be brighter.

It seemed that ever since Bailey left, their family's luck had gotten better!

"Mom, do you think they'll help us?" Chloe asked, pretending to be a bit worried.

"Don't worry. They took the initiative to cooperate with us. Helping with this small favor is definitely not a problem. Mom will definitely help you get that exchange student spot! That girl Bailey wants to take it away from you? She should really know her place!" Victoria said confidently, patting her chest.

Chloe was thrilled inside, but on the outside, she still pretended to be obedient and asked, "So, are we going to the TY Group headquarters now?"

"Don't go to the headquarters," Victoria said. "Let's go straight to Hayden Pack."