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y at this time, as if the walls themselves bore the burden of secrets too black to ever be spoken. Bleak morning light poured through the grimy windows, r
were heavy chains. Chains that dragged me along with never-ending t
I crouched down to pick up a shoe left in the corridor. I didn't care who had lost it. If Luna spotted
ng up for myself, defending myself, and even
The wolfless one
en me in". But I was not a daughter. I was not even a servant. I was a pun
I always heard beh
ue. That's how
over in the sink, scraps of food rotting in cold grease. My stomach churned, yet I rolled up my sleeves and started wa
hen she
my wolf,
-filled, a warmth wrapped in flames providing me with the much-needed heat
nst the pricking in them. "We c
s if she were standing by my side. The world will fear what
taunts. The punches. The shame. A
ses. A mixture of moans and whimpers that chilled me to my bones. Irresponsible as it w
nearly gave me
Gamma has his mouth on her nipples, and the Beta has his mouth on the female's Gamma nipples. I stood there numb as groans could be heard as men took turns with her, their bodies jerking around like animal
g to get the vision out of my head. This was the Cedar Pack. This was what we
work. The hall sparkled, the kitchen shone, and breakfast was ready even before the first pack
r voice slicing through me with knives. "M
breathed, my ga
at was served. Mud boots scraped over floors I'd just cleaned. Plants swaying from hallways when I
ck door into the forest. The trees were my sole solace. In
heard my na
use, Chilly, author
All a future Alpha would be-broad shoulders, angular jaw, a power that radiated fro
he ordered.
his smell wrapped around me-pine and cedar, pungent and earthy.
ught. My kne
a
stible, untamed. My heart thrashed as I lo
ce twisted in anger. His j
his voice. "You're my mate? T
e than any punch I
ruel one, shaking his head. "The Moo
myself. My lips trembled, my voice an
s hard as steel before he said
reject you, Hailey
. I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks as my legs buckled out from under me. The time that
. My voice shook, but it remained strong
nto an aching empty space. The bridge was broken, severed
ured I would beg, kneel and plead for merc
ppeared in the trees and left me crumpli
ered in a second. I had fantasised about this moment my whole life, fanta
ered inside of me, her tone strong, unbreakab
ll trembling, but inside of me som
brutality. Years of sil
m
ing beneath the d
place. I would be running from the Cedar Pack, from their cruelty, from t
I truly was. Not the wolfless orphan. Not
ailey
ared for. A woman hardened by suffering, sharpened by r
in, wiping tea
, I'd b