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my body to heal enough to be discarded,

eraphina. I don't care about your games. You are dead to me. The text he sent two nights ago echoed in my hollow chest, a

from my days as a Pack secretary. The human clerk's eyes widened in pity as I paid the astronomical

traitor's womb. Her venomous whisper before the attack played in my mind. It wasn't just a cruel taunt; it was a confession. Genevieve had orchestrated the Rogue attack

n the city's edge. The first two claimed they were full the second they saw my ID. A

oiding my eyes. "No legitimate business in this c

and now hunted by the very Alph

wave of filth. Rogue's whore. Wolfless parasite. Articles and Pack forums accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap the Alpha. My photos were plast

am shattered t

ttered alley nearby. I crept closer and saw a massive man-reeking of the sour, metallic

screamed, stepping in

ce as he registered my scent. "A wolfless little bitch. Go away, before

. I swung it with every ounce of strength I possessed, smashing it directly into his face. He stumbled back, stunn

d to the trembling woman. "Are you okay? We

my face. Slowly, a trembling hand reached up, her soft fingers brushin

g with a miraculous, agonizing joy. "My