Shadows of the Forsaken Bond

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e walls, bouncing between polished wooden beams and chandeliers that sparkled like stars. Tonight, the Blo

lanced in my trembling hands, dressed in the usua

lik

ced elegance, sipping wine and laughing like royalty. The she-wolves wore silk and lace, some of

a Ryker Thorn, my torme

he chandelier light, dark hair tousled just enough to look effortless. A smirk play

ho spilled water all

ond. My heart pounded as I watched Ryker raise a goblet to his l

, every insult, every shove into a lock

t of sig

t even wor

you sti

er and his gang didn't find some way to remind m

obo

hissed, jerking her chin towar

. They'd taunt me. Maybe trip me. Maybe worse. But I had no ch

a forced breath, I ap

, placing goblets of wine in front of him and his f

er noti

lway

ar venom laced in every syllable. "Lo

I froze, still holding the last g

letting mutts into formal

the inside of my chee

hday, or is she here to lick the floors clea

remaine

e tiny act of defiance - and

en I'm talking

the command

I ob

slowly, meeting

or a flicker of a moment, his smirk faltered, a

it away, replace

t look... it hadn't been just cruelty.

could

e my way back toward the serving area,

to your Alpha, mutt!"

llowed me like k

to breathe again. I set the tray down, gripping the counter tight

I didn't w

ed at me...

second. But

He was drunk, probably high on attention and

ld

gain. Go take this

ed the next tray,