From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

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arm air. I smiled, turning the lamb chops in the sizzling cast-iron skillet. They were se

stood next to two crystal glasses, and a simple choc

ing was

rs*. Seven years since he'd chosen me, a girl with no name and no standing, to be his. Tonight, we were sup

humping a happy rhythm against my ribs. *Hurry*, she urged, he

shed potatoes and roasted asparagus. It was a feast, a testament to seven years of lea

d into one of the glasses, I carried it carefully, my heart fluttering with anticipati

I saw it was slightly ajar. I could hear voices from within-Zane

layful smile on my lip

's words, and the sou

s a matter of convenience. Her bloodline is common. It offers no

shed over me. The whiskey sloshed over the rim, splashing onto my hand and dripp

enie

lpha, I understand, but... it's been seven years.

's been a loyal, useful tool, and that's all I required of her. Now, things have changed. Seraphina Croft is bac

ouldn't breathe. The entire world, the solid floor beneath my feet, the ve

l. Us

find the right time to manage the situation. She's devoted. She won't leave

a, my wolf, her spirit shattering under the weight of his betrayal. T

ng no sound on the polished wood. Each step was a careful, delib

g; it was cloying, sickening. The beautifully arranged dinner on the counter wasn't a ce

fe. Not to cut anything for the meal. My hand was shaking, the tremors running up my arm.

harp, clean, and blessedly real. It cut through the fog of shoc

ope, the years of devotion-all of it drained out of me, leaving nothing but

I went to the old wooden chest at the foot of my bed and opened a drawer. Pushing aside

f parchment and

the moon, plunging the world into darkness. I

. But as the tip touched the parchment, a strange calm settled over me. Th

that would sever the last