He Chose His Pup’s Nanny,So I Chose His Enemy Novel – NovelShort Download He Chose His Pup’s Nanny,So I Chose His Enemy Chapter One After my cousin Lyra vanished eleven years ago, abandoning her mate, Alpha Ronan, and their newborn triplets—Calix, Ryker, and Elara—I stepped in. For eleven years, I became their anchor. I raised them, protected them, and poured every ounce of affection into them.
On their eleventh birthday, I gifted them a rare shadowvine blossom—Lyra’s favorite, but also sacred to the Silverclaw line. The stew was dumped over my head—hot and scalding. Then they smashed the charm beneath their boots. “You think you can replace her?” Calix growled, his eyes wild with shifting gold. “You wear her memories like trophies, but you’re just a leech!” Ryker spat. “A vicious female wolf like you who will do anything to achieve her goal, I wish I could kill you with my own hands!” “Only by killing you can I avenge my lost mother!” Elara didn’t speak. She simply opened her palm and blew bone-dust in my face—a silent curse woven in sorrow and rage.
While I crouched, trembling and burned, they pushed me into the moonwell. “Just die here! This way you can go to heaven and apologize to our mothers!” Ryker said as Elara walked away, the moonlight catching her silver eyes.But they weren’t done. Two nights later, they cornered me in the sacred stone circle. Calix held the ancestral dagger to my chest, his hand steady. “One cut,” he whispered, “and the curse she left behind will finally die with you.” That was the moment I knew. No matter what I gave—my heart, my years, my soul—I would never be enough.
I would never be their mother. Never be loved.So I left. But just as I bound myself to another Alpha in a sacred ceremony meant to mark my rebirth… Ronan and the triplets stormed into the ritual hall. Begging.Pleading.Crying out for forgiveness. —— “I’ll return in two days to complete the bond with Alpha Thorne of the Bloodpine Pact. Just tell me what’s required,” I mindlinked my father, my voice barely a whisper in the sacred corridor beneath the Temple of Echoes. The connection throbbed with ancestral energy—my father’s voice weighted and tired. “You already know.
Arrive with your bloodline token and surrender your former ties. You’ll be reborn among the Bloodpine wolves, Selene.” I nodded silently and ended the link. My chest rose and fell as years of loyalty, sacrifice, and shattered illusions bled out of me in one long exhale. A sudden crash from the kitchen jarred me back to the present. “Get out of our territory, you cursed witch!” Calix’s voice rang out, sharp as a blade. I turned toward the arched entrance of the kitchen. Calix stood there with Ryker beside him, both taller now, shoulders squared with adolescent cruelty.
Behind them, Elara lingered in silence, her fingers curled tightly around the charm I’d made from the shadowvine blossom—now cracked and barely holding its shape. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.I had made duskfire stew. Stirred for hours until the spice was just right. I’d even poured it into Lyra’s old ceremonial bowl. The scent filled the room with comfort.