The Rejected Wolfless Returns As The Masked Surgeon

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started with my stepmother telling

ieve. You can wear silk, b

ite at her sides. And Ethelene Hicks, the woman my father had installed in my mother's place

with my mother before the evening meal. Instea

chips of ice, flickered

e the unfortunate proof. A wolfless daughter. The perfect stai

nderstand language. Ethelene's cruelty was repetitive and relentless, designed to grind you down unt

stomach roared

hem, shielding my mother with my body. "Stop it." My voice shook

augh echoed from t

wn. Her nails were painted pearl-white-the exact shade my mother used to w

rfect, beautiful,

See? A daughter should show resp

her. You have no r

er eyes, fixed on me, were sharp and analytical-a predator scanning for we

sing so differently these past few months. All these loose clothes. And the way you move-so careful, li

layers. The binding I wrapped around my ribs every morning before anyone woke, pulling

ightened low in my belly-a cramp of pure fear, or the lif

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a hand to her mouth, her gasp theatrically lou

stood immediat

t straightened.

you dare

d, replaced by a bone-aching exhaustion that made my limbs feel like the

d shot toward my stomach. I twisted

of linen I had wound around my ribs so many times it had left

nd undeniable. Seven months of hidden life

le

ery eye-Ethelene's, Isabell's, t

ind me. My mother made a little wh

st like respect flickered in her eyes. Then it was gone, swallowed by cold,

The future Alpha of

eatest scandal to ever befall the Stonefang P

my father through the mind-link, but it

're just like your filthy Rogue mother," she whi

sorrow. "Mother, we have to tell Father.

s grabbed my arm

elene commanded. "She will wait

, but Holly blocked her path. Genevie

ocked with Isabell's. No pretense

ng open. Damp, must

feet hitting cold stone, and tumbled down,

my abdomen. I curled into a ball,

k silhouette against the light. "Enjoy yourse

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