's
my lungs. The phantom pain of the dagger, the icy f
s shot
was flat. No swell of pregnan
This wasn't the cold, white medical wing. This was my old room. The small
It was a room I had been desperate to
l. I stumbled out of bed, my legs unsteady, and cross
four ye
mating ceremony w
ive. I w
been r
de of glacial fury. I braced myself against the wall, my body shaking with the
a familiar fear and uncertainty that I no longer felt. I was twenty years old
, then another. Not tears of joy. They were for the woman
hand. My expression hardened. There
oyal servant of my stepmother, Bebe Mcfarland, stomped
casual contempt I had endured my entire life. "Lady He
ad always taken a cruel
of dry bread and a bowl of watery,
d have meekly eaten it,
s quiet, but it held a new weight,
slightly agape, as if I had
her voice rising. "A wolfless Om
of someone who had commanded respect, came back to me instinctively. M
ake this pig slop away. Or would you prefer I present it to
absolute. The idea of a guest, especially Colten Shields, the Alpha of Silvermoon, the very pack I was a
then flushed with ang
the Silvermoon Alpha," she muttered, snatching the t
crossed my vision. I blinked it away, schooling m
ottage on the edge of the pack lands. After discarding her, Cormac Graham had quickly raised Bebe Mcfarland to his side as my stepmother
st possible st
the ultima
years. I knew every plot, every secr
uld start by dismantling the very
tly. It all began with
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