MIRA'S REVENGE

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hard. I'm hoping for a good morning. I stretch my arms and wiggle my toes, feeling the cold floor beneath my feet. My name is Mira, and I

it with my fingers. My stomach rumbles as I head to the kitchen. The kitchen is big, with a fire that burns all the time and shiny cookware.

a bun. I rush to her side and pick up a bunch of potatoes. My hands are small, so I can only hold a

my fingers move quickly, but one slips and falls to the floor. It rolls beneath the table

let them fall. I pick up the potato and carry on with my work. I want to be resp

The pack is laughing and eating there. My husband, Dane, is seated at the head table. He is the Alpha and the strongest wolf in the

eyes are on me, and I hear whispers. "Look at her," says another. "The Alpha's mate is v

He doesn't look me in the eye. He is addressing Selina, a woman with red hair and a sparkling outfit. She's

yet turned to face me. "This bread i

apologise. "I-I tried," I mumble.

ver her mouth. Dane, why do you k

ves his hand, but I'm hoping he'll say something nice. Com

I hide in the corner of the kitchen behind a stack of flour sacks. I embrace my knees and try to breathe. Why doe

to yell again. I follow her as the soup on the stove bubbles. I stir it with a big spoon, but my arms are heavy. I also hav

ter, and do the dishwashing. My hands are red and hurt, but I kee

um, Dane exudes strength and pride. His grey eyes are illuminated by the torches. Everyone waits for him to finish speaking

k cheers. I'm feeling nauseous. Why are they so close? I'm his mate

hair named Tora. She can be nice at times, but not at t

umble. I want to run, but I can't. I

, we cannot let our pack become weak!" The crowd roared, but his words stabbed me like a

so distant. I glimpse him walking with Selina, whose red hair gleams in the moonlight.

y," I reply. I s

rowing. "What do you want, Mira?

it possible for us to sp

smiles. Dane, don't waste y

at me like a bug. Mira,

the little chamber at the edge of the castle. It's dark and has a damp stone smell. I lay down in bed and pull the blanket over my h

't naturally mean. At one point, he smiled and said, "I'm pretty." That was before

rt thumping. The growl returns, closer this time, from the woods beyond the castle. No one else seems to hear it. I slip to the windo

ever. I crawl back to bed, my body shaking. Something is wrong. Something wi