Chapter 671: The Sanders’ Biological Daughter

Hayley’s POV:

I was just about to show my fangs to scare her off when Virginia intervened. With a fiery look, she slapped Vivian across the face, exclaiming, “You call her wild? It seems you’re the one lacking manners here. You’re the wild one!”

Vivian reeled from the slap, her face a picture of shock. Before she could gather herself, Virginia laid into her. “Listen here, Hayley isn’t just some orphaned wild child; she’s the legitimate heir to the Sanders, our treasured gem! How dare you, a low-ranking beta from another pack, stir up trouble on our turf?”

Virginia’s fierce demeanor took me by surprise. Since her mental recovery, she has been nothing but kind and gentle to me. I had never seen her so commanding, defending me like a true Luna.

Vivian, her fangs now on full display, was quick to snap back, but Peter was quicker. He shoved her aside, his tone sharp as he said, “The Jaggeds’ daughter, huh? Go tell dad to pack his bags; the Jaggeds are done for!”

“The Sanders?” The fear in Vivian’s eyes was unmistakable. Though the Jaggeds were well-known in our local pack, the Sanders were a force, prominent in the pack alliance.

Watching Vivian’s panicked look, I couldn’t help but smirk coldly. She clearly hadn’t done her homework on my ties with the Sanders. What a mistake. As I mulled over her oversight, our beta enforcers tossed her out like yesterday’s news. She left me with a defiant sneer, saying, “Hayley, just you wait!” Her words? Barely a whisper in the wind to me.

Catching sight of Darcy attempting to slip away, I quickly cut off her escape. “Darcy, where do you think you’re going?” I asked sharply.

“Nowhere.” She couldn’t even meet my eyes, her voice trembling. “I–I was just thinking of grabbing a bite next door!”

I eyed her skeptically. “And where were you planning to crash tonight? You look beat.”

Darcy mumbled, still avoiding my gaze, “I was going to stay with Marie.”

“Is that so?” I frowned, unimpressed. She glanced up nervously, and I met her gaze with a fierce, wolfish intensity that left no room for argument. She was quickly intimidated by my stance and quickly responded, “I’m picky about where I sleep; I’ll head back home!”

Pretending to be worried, I said, “Isn’t it a bit soon to leave, right after you got here? Uncle might think we’re not treating you well.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Darcy replied, almost in tears and with a shaky voice. “It’s just that I’m not comfortable sleeping in someone else’s bed. It has nothing to do with you all!”

“Good choice,” I nodded, satisfied. “The door’s that way, feel free to use it.”

“Thank you, Hayley, really, thank you!” She bowed repeatedly, then took off without a backward glance. She was out of sight in a flash.

Turning my attention to Claudio, I asked, “Have you eaten? If so, go get ready, and change into something more comfortable.” The surgical tools were set; it was time to move Dominic to the hospital. Claudio gave me a knowing nod and headed for the backyard.