MIRA'S REVENGE

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e is booming, I can't stop thinking about that eerie growl from the forest. I push the blanket away and touch my forehead. My sto

ig castle with my Alpha husband, Dane. He should act as though he loves me, but he doesn't. I put on my patched dress and tie my silver ha

at lunch. Her cheeks are flushed and her bun is messy today. I nod and accept a basket of apples. I start to peel them, but my fingers move slowly, like the

. "You're worthless, Mira. Take immediate action! I bite my lip and keep peeling.

honous hall, a number of wolves are eating and chatting. Dane's dark hair shines in the sunlight at the big table. His grey eyes are as sharp as a stor

t Dane to pay attention and say something nice. But he doesn't even look up. His voice is

, but I want to apologize. "I tried," I m

houldn't have her. Her blue eyes sparkle, but not in a good way. The othe

ra. Don't bother me, please. His words were as hard as a stone. I turn and nod, my bare feet silen

Why is Dane so ruthless? I love him, but he makes me feel so unimportant. My head hurts more now, and my stomac

I stumble to my feet. I wiped away my tears and followed her to the stove. As I stir a pot of stew, I

re tired, and my legs are like jelly. Every time I pass the large hall, I can hear Selina laughing. She seem

of water into the hall. The tables are packed, and the air is scented with pork and bread. Dane appears robust in his dark coat as he stand

ttle water drips on the table. A big wolf named Tor grabs my wrist. He growls, "Omega,

to spill. Selina watches me, her lips curving like a cat's. "Mira," she adds i

wait for Dane to say something-anything at all. But as he leans back in his cha

ouch the cold floor, I begin to cry. I continue until I get to my tiny room. I slam the door and fal

w up. I stiffen, trying to inhale. Why does Dane despise me? I work very hard to be the best. He

in my mind again. I remind myself that it was just a wolf, maybe one of the pack. But it didn't sound

eep to the window, my legs shaking. The night is dark, but the moon is bright. I peek out and my eyes enlarge. A tall, swift s

see flashes of sharp fangs in the moonlight as the darkness closes in. It knows