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elf in her chambers, her heart broken for me. I brought her a cup of her fa

dn't protect you," she whispered, her hand

t's not your fault, Mother. And may

the question that had haunted me for two lifetimes. "Moth

or drained from her face, le

now the truth. In my last life, I died without eve

sk that?" she stamme

y but firmly. "The Sanders family may have fallen, but they were still a noble line. I don't belie

e, tears tracking silently down her cheek

om the doorway that a messenger had returned from the Alpha Ki

had agreed. Just like last time

eezed my hand and told me to go, her face clouded with an

e in the corridor. She had clearly heard the

Our future 'Princess'," she purre

Soon you will finally be Alpha Jamel's... mate. Oh, but I do wond

ust to be Jamel's partner. She wanted to be the mistress of the Pack, t

family. Would they truly allow a bastard-born girl with a t

l, his face flushed. "Alpha, my ladies! The mistress

smile deepened. The s

s Jamel's mother, Marian Faulkner. She radiated an authority that had nothing to do

r warmly. After a few pleasantries,

son, Jamel, to ask for a union wi

her hands clenching i

ister. "I hear that Miss Justine and my son are quite fond of one another. The

nd grandmot

of impeccable birth and standing. Miss Justine may enter our family, but only as Jamel's Secondar

ll into a d

more respectable than mistress. This was

frozen on their faces. They had never

Her precious "love," the foundation of her entire reborn strategy, was