He Tried To Tame The Alpha's Sister

I came home a day early from a year-long work assignment, eager to surprise my husband and our three-year-old son.

But when I pushed open the door, the surprise was mine. I saw my son on all fours, scuttling across the hardwood floor like an animal, gnawing on a piece of raw meat.

My husband, Liam, was holding up his phone, broadcasting it all on a private, encrypted live stream.

He can catch a live chicken with his bare hands now! Liam narrated with a showmans grin. Come on, viewers, lets see those donations light up the screen!

A scream tore from my throat as I lunged for my child, but Liam shoved me back, hard.

His old flame, Chloe, who was perched beside him, offered a sickeningly sweet piece of advice.

Ava, honey, dont be mad at Liam, she cooed. This is for Leos own good. Were teaching him real-world survival skills. Thats invaluable, isnt it?

Liam wrapped an arm around her waist, his smile turning into a sneer directed at me. Chloe is a professional survivalist. Our son is better off learning from her than from a mother whos gone half the year.

Chloe added, her voice a soft poison, Kids today are just so coddled. This is character-building.

I looked at my sons eyeseyes that held nothing but a feral glintand with a cold resolve, I dialed my brothers number. My brother, the Green Beret.

Rhys, I said, my voice shaking with rage. Theyre turning your nephew into a beast for a livestream. Get your guys. Come get us.

Fine.

If they worship the law of the jungle, Ill let them experience what its like to be at the bottom of the food chain.

1

The moment I hung up, Liam snatched the phone from my hand and smashed it against the floor.

Are you insane? What the hell was that? he hissed, his face a mask of fury. Your precious brother died three years ago! Who did you think you were calling to save you?

I didn't tell him that my brother, the one he thought was killed in action, was actually commanding an elite Special Forces unit from a black site deep in the borderlands.

Seeing my silence, Liam scoffed. Everything I do is for our sons benefit! Look at Leohes strong, hes tough. This is how you build resilience!

Beside him, Chloe chimed in with her false sincerity. Hes right, Ava. Everyone is talking about primal parenting now. If youre not hard on them, the world will eat them alive.

She preened, continuing her pitch. And the stream is for his future, too. Its building his brand. Leo has hundreds of thousands of followers already. Hes an influencer, on track to be the next Bear Grylls! You have to trust my professional expertise.

I ignored their twisted logic. My gaze found my son cowering in the corner, and I softened my voice. Leo? Look at Mommy. Mommys home.

But the child only crouched lower, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He didnt respond to his name. His eyes were bloodshot, wild. Yet, as they met mine, for just a fraction of a second, a flicker of something gentle, something familiar, pierced through the feral madness.

That flicker instantly reminded me of a horrific video Id stumbled upon online months ago, a viral clip titled The Wolf Cub. It showed a naked, filth-caked child fighting with stray dogs in the mud over a scrap of meat. The brutality of it was seared into my memory.

The blood in my veins turned to ice. I pointed a trembling finger at them. For his own good? Primal parenting? That viral video The Wolf Cub thats Leo, isnt it?

Chloes eyes lit up with a disturbing pride. Oh, you saw that? I knew he was getting famous! The engagement on that clip was incredible! She turned to Liam, shaking his arm excitedly. See, Liam? I told you! At this rate, hell hit a million followers by the end of the year!

Liam pulled her closer, his eyes soft with adoration. Its all thanks to you, Chloe. Leaving Leos education in your hands was the best decision I ever made.

Something inside me shattered.

You monsters!

I grabbed a heavy glass vase and lunged at Chloe, aiming for her face.

The moment the vase left my hand, a blinding pain exploded in my abdomen. Liam had kicked me, sending me crashing to the floor. The impact felt like my organs had been rearranged.

Chloe, clutching a shallow cut on her cheek, burst into theatrical tears. Liam, why cant she see were trying to help? Were doing this for Leos future!

Liams gaze fell on the trickle of blood on Chloes face, and his expression turned murderous. He kicked me again, a brutal, full-force blow that made me curl into a ball, gasping for air.

You ungrateful bitch, Ava! Chloe has poured her heart and soul into making our son strong, and this is how you repay her?

Suddenly, a furious snarl erupted from the corner. Leo, my little boy, launched himself across the room and sank his teeth into Liams leg.

Agh! You little animal! Liam roared in pain. He grabbed Leo by the arm and flung him against the wall with sickening force.

LEO!

A terror Id never known ripped through me. I scrambled across the floor, ignoring the fire in my ribs, and threw my body over my sons small, trembling form.

The livestream was still running. The comment section scrolled at a frantic pace:

HOLY SHIT! Plot twist! The cub protects his mom!
We got blood! This is what Im talking about! So raw!
Donations coming in! This is the content I paid for!
Yeah! Its not primal training without a little blood!

Chloe saw the comments and the soaring viewer count, her eyes gleaming with a manic light. Liam, look! Its a new record! They love it! she squealed. We should strike while the iron is hot. Lets add a bonus stream: Wolf Cub vs. The Hunger Hound. Itll break the internet!

The chat exploded with YES!, DO IT!, and LETS GOOOO!

No! Liam! Chloe! Please, Im begging you! Dont do this! I sobbed, clutching Leo tighter.

The numbers on the screen had made Liams eyes feverish. He loomed over me, his voice dripping with cold contempt. A soft mother makes a weak son. Open your eyes and see the incredible results of my methods.

In the corner, Leos little body was wracked with uncontrollable tremors, his eyes wide with pure terror.

Liam barked an order toward the door. Get in here!

Two large men, security guards, entered the room.

Take the young master to the training area, Liam commanded.

NO! Dont you touch my child! I screamed, trying to shield him.

The guards ripped me away, pinning me down as one of them lifted Leo into the air like a sack of potatoes. Leo kicked and writhed, terrified whimpers escaping his throat.

Let him go! Youre not human, Liam! And you, Chloe, you venomous snake! Youll both pay for this!

I was slammed against the wall, held fast by two sets of hands, able to do nothing but scream curses.

Liams brow furrowed in annoyance. Gag her, he said to the guards. I dont want her noise ruining the stream or upsetting Chloe.

A filthy rag was shoved into my mouth. My protests turned into muffled, agonized sobs, tears streaming down my face.

One guard carried Leo to a large iron cage in the center of the room and tossed him inside. Leo landed hard with a cry of pain and immediately scrambled into the farthest corner.

Chloe clapped her hands, her face alight with excitement. And now, for tonights main event! Wolf Cub vs. The Hunger Hound!

Another guard entered, leading a snarling, emaciated-looking dog on a thick chain.

The livestream chat went into a frenzy.

Here we go! The ultimate showdown!
Place your bets! Im putting 0-000 on the dog!
Nah, Im with the cub! Did you see him bite his dad?
Rocket donation sent! Lets get this show on the road!

Chloe, watching the donations pour in, announced in a high-pitched, carnival-barker voice, Alright, family! The moment youve been waiting for! The odds are open! On the left, Wolf Cub at 1.5. On the right, The Hound at 1.8! Get those gifts in to support your champion!

A guard unlocked the cage, shoved the dog inside, and slammed the heavy door shut.

In the confined space, the dog fixed its eyes on Leo, a predatory growl vibrating in its chest as it advanced. Leo was shaking from head to toe, but pure survival instinct took over. He dropped to all fours, bared his teeth, and let out a surprisingly ferocious roar of his own.

Thats it! Get him! Chloe cheered from outside the cage.

The starved dog lunged.

Leo dodged, rolling to the side with an agility that spoke of horrifying practice. This was not his first time playing this "game."

A brutal dance of predator and prey began inside the cage. It was a scene from hell.

The livestream was a chaotic blur of gift animations and donations that almost completely obscured the screen. The comments were scrolling too fast to read.

YES! So wild!
Go for the throat! DO IT!
This is way better than a dogfight!
Take my money! This is epic!

My mouth was gagged, my body restrained, my heart shattering as I watched. My son. My baby, who should be in preschool learning his ABCs, was fighting for his life against a vicious animal in a cage. And I could do nothing but watch.

I thrashed against the guards, slamming my body into them with all my might, a desperate, hopeless sound trapped in my throat as tears blurred my vision.

Liam watched the revenue counter on the stream climb, a satisfied smile on his face. He showed no sign of recognizing the child in the cage as his own flesh and blood. Chloe was on her feet, giving a giddy, play-by-play commentary.

The moment the dogs jaws clamped down on Leos calf, his shriek of agony broke through my despair. A surge of adrenaline, of pure maternal fury, gave me impossible strength. I ripped free from the guards hold.

Liams eyes darkened. She wants to be with her son so badly? he sneered at the guards. Let her. Maybe she can help our little champion.

The guards obeyed instantly. One of them opened the cage door and kicked me viciously in the back, sending me sprawling inside.

I landed hard, and the dogs attention immediately shifted to me. It bared its teeth, saliva dripping from its jaws, and stalked toward me. It lunged, aiming for my throat.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the tearing pain.

It never came. I heard a pained yelp from the dog, not me.

My eyes flew open. Leo, my tiny, wounded son, had thrown himself onto the dogs back, sinking his teeth deep into its neck. The animal thrashed wildly, its sharp claws raking bloody lines across Leos body.

Seeing my son covered in blood, a primal power exploded within me. My vision went red. I scrambled up from the floor, my fists clenched, and brought them down on the dogs head with every ounce of strength I possessed.

Once. Twice.

The dog went limp, collapsing to the floor in a twitching heap.

My knuckles were raw, my arms splattered with bloodI didnt know if it was the dogs or my own. I was panting, gasping for air as I pulled Leo into my arms, holding him tight.

He trembled violently. He lifted his small face, streaked with blood and tears, and his lips moved, trying to form the word Mama. But after so long being trained to be an animal, the ability to speak was gone. All he could produce were pained whimpers and grunts.

In that moment, my heart wasn't just broken; it was annihilated.

Outside the cage, Chloe was applauding. What a touching display of maternal love! she chirped. I think having Ava join the streams will be great for ratings!

Liam put his arm around her. Youre right, Chloe. Since shes so bad at raising a child, she can be re-educated right along with him.

The livestream chat was a mix of people complaining about losing their bets and others cheering the dramatic turn of events. But one comment stood out:

This is too much. Thats his wife and kid

Liam saw it, and his brow furrowed. A flicker of doubt crossed his face. Chloe, ever perceptive, caught it immediately. She snuggled into his side, her voice returning to its soft, manipulative tone.

You know, Liam, maybe the training was a little intense today. We have to be scientific about this. Why dont we let them rest for now?

Looking at her, so seemingly thoughtful and caring, the last ember of Liams conscience was extinguished. He looked back at me in the cage, his expression hardening into pure disgust.

See? Chloe knows what shes doing. She understands the science behind it. If youd been a better mother, none of this would be necessary.

With that, he ended the stream. He ordered a guard to toss a cheap first-aid kit, a bottle of water, and some bread into the cage, then he turned and left, his arm securely around Chloe, without a single backward glance.

I held my trembling son, my own heart bleeding as I used the crude supplies to clean his wounds.

I dont know how much time passed as I rocked Leo, trying to give him some sense of safety. Then, I heard footsteps.

Chloe had returned, alone.

She stood outside the cage, the mask of sweet concern gone, replaced by a look of undisguised, triumphant malice. She looked down on me as if I were dirt beneath her shoe.

Ava, she began, her voice dripping with venom, I want you to know something. Im going to train your son until hes nothing more than a feral animal who crawls and howls, a tool to make me rich and famous.

I stared up at her, my eyes burning with hatred.

Her smile widened. And soon enough, youll be just like him. A broken thing. A pet, begging for scraps at my feet.

Why? I rasped. Why are you doing this?

I must have hit a nerve. Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. Why? Because of you! You and that little bastard! You stole my place as Mrs. Donovan! He stole the place of the rightful heirmy future child!

She laughed, a hysterical, unhinged sound. Leaning down, she pressed her face close to the bars. Just wait. Tomorrow, youll get a front-row seat to see all the wonderful new skills your son has learned.

Chloe walked away, her laughter echoing in the cavernous room.

I pulled Leo closer. He wrapped his small arms around me, as if trying to transfer his own tiny spark of strength to me.

I had no idea what new hell tomorrow would bring. I could only pray, over and over, a silent mantra in the dark.

Rhys, hurry. Please, be fast.

Leo finally cried himself to sleep in my arms. It was a fitful, troubled sleep, punctuated by whimpers and sudden jerks. I stroked his hair, my heart aching as I looked at the tear tracks on his dirty face.

I didnt sleep. Early the next morning, the cage door was thrown open.

Several guards stormed in, forcefully separating me from Leo. He let out a sharp, animalistic cry, reaching for me as they dragged him away. I fought with everything I had, but they pinned me down easily.

A large television screen outside the cage flickered to life, showing a live feed.

The image was of Leo, a chain around his neck, being led by Chloe through a public park. He was naked, filthy, walking on all fours like a dog. His eyes were wide with confusion and fear.

People stared, pointed, and pulled out their phones to record the horrific spectacle.

What are you looking at? Chloe snapped at the camera, as if addressing the gawking strangers. This is a new educational philosophyre-wilding! Were helping him connect with his natural instincts! You people just dont get it!

The scene changed. Leo was now in a more wooded area, skillfully climbing a tree to pick at some unfamiliar berries. Moments later, he was being herded toward a dumpster, forced to scavenge for food amidst rotting garbage. Chloe and Liam provided commentary, praising his "precious survival skills."

Occasionally, a concerned bystander would intervene. How can you treat a child like that? Thats abuse!

Liam would step forward, wrapping a protective arm around Chloe, and rebut them with sanctimonious pride. This is our educational philosophy! Primal parenting! Dont criticize what you dont understand. Look how strong my son is! How agile! Can your kid do that?

I watched the screen, watching my son stripped of his humanity, and my tears finally ran dry. All that was left was a hollow cavern in my chest, filled with blood and hate.

The memories came flooding back, sharp and painful. When I was pregnant, Liam had been so excited. He would press his ear to my belly to listen for movement. Hed been as giddy as a child the first time Leo kicked him. When Leo was born, he held the tiny bundle with trembling hands, his eyes red with emotion, and swore he would give us the world. Back then, his world was me and our son. He was gentle, attentive, perfect.

Everything changed when Chloe, his high school sweetheart, came back to town.

He started finding fault in everything I did. He started parroting her twisted theories about modern children being "too soft" and needing "primal training."

And I was so stupid. So trusting. I thought it was just a phase, a misguided educational philosophy. I believed that deep down, he still loved his son. I even took his advice and accepted the long-term overseas project, thinking the distance might help us cool down and reconnect

How could I have been so blind?

I had personally walked my son into the hell these two monsters created. I hated Chloe for her venom, but I hated Liam more for his betrayal and cruelty.

Most of all, I hated myself.

It was my failure to see the truth, my lack of vigilance, my absence, that had allowed this to happen.

Guilt and fury were devouring me whole. I watched the screen and beat my fists against the bars of my cage.

Rhys, please, save us!

Just then, the image on the screen shook violently. Liam was raising a whip, but his arm was stopped mid-air, caught in the iron grip of a large hand wearing a tactical glove.

The feed cut to black.

Less than thirty seconds later, the front door of the villa didnt openit exploded inward.

Dozens of heavily armed, black-clad soldiers stormed the room.

Hands where I can see them! Now!

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