My Adopted Sister is my Mate

KAEDEN

15 years.

It has been 15 years since I left. Since I ran away from my pack in a desperate bid not to turn into my father. And now, I'm back.

I was 18 when I left, filled with rage and cold bitterness. And a year prior, I had begun to unravel mysteries about my father's rule, about why the magick creatures, the witches and the elven folk were slowly disappearing, about my mother.

Anyways, when it was time for me to get tertiary education, I decided that I was going to use it as an opportunity to run away, to train, to make myself stronger than my father and then come back to hold him accountable for all the evil that he committed under the guise of being the most just Alpha there ever was.

And now, I'm a man of 33, of the sacred age when an Alpha's heir is to rise up to the ranks of Alpha whilst the previous Alpha settles into the role of regent. Now is the time.

I have but 5 months until the blood moon, after all. And the blood moon is when I am to ascend to the throne.

I stare at the silver, washed out gates of the Silvermoon Park, watching them groan like a dying beast as the guards pull them open. I lean back to where I am seated at the back of the black SUV, letting my eyes wander to the towering ancient oaks that line the driveway, to the fountain centering the entrance.

My wolf, Fenris, paces restlessly behind my ribs, filled with excitement and anticipation. A wolf always yearns for home, and I have denied him the pleasures of home for far too long. He lets out a soft growl and I sigh.

"Down, boy."

As I step out of the car, a hot wave of what seems to be agitation settles on me, but I shake myself back into place. I have nothing to fear.

My father is but a man. And I am stronger than him. The scars mapping my body detailing the tales of the decade I have spent in the brutal northern territories can account for that.

A floor guard glances at me and recognition instantly hits him. Before I can speak, he immediately ushers me in and mutters something about informing my father. As I would expect.

I enter inside and am nearly dazzled by the sheer and blatant display of extravagance at the interior. The Silvermoon mansion has always been extraordinary, the pride of the wealthiest pack in the world. But this, this is something else. It seems that in the past 15 years, my father has accumulated three times the wealth we already had. The entire place is so riddled with gold and priceless jewels and expensive paintings and sculptures that it almost hurts to look at.

"Comfort" Fenris sighs.

"No, greed." I snap back.

Fenris hisses at me. He has never truly forgiven me for the