Stant

lifetimes. The suite was a study in understated luxury, every detail speaking of i

me. Until I could prove my worth, until I had cured him,

hidden cameras. There were none. The Alp

city, it all felt unreal. Only hours ago, I was the trash in the Stephenson's attic. Now, I was

r. Rebirth was my

hadn't yet discarded my old device, a lingering t

a name I had once cherished and now loathed-made m

ce T

loved this man. He was the handsome, gentle, illegitimate son of a minor Pack Alpha. When everyo

, every dollar I had secretly saved. I thought he was

s showed. He had only ever used me for my connection to the Ramirez Pack. He kep

orked together to orchestrate my "accidental" death. He provid

burned to ash. All that rema

tephenson manor would have spread like wildfire. He thought I'd hit the jackpot and was calling to claim his sh

and the urge to kill. It wasn't time to ge

ered t

perate edge, though still attempting a facade of concern. "Cor

ng, letting

into tears, clinging to his words as a lifeline. The new me just felt a profound,

d, his voice laced with casual curiosity. "That

stion. He was probing, try

s a tombstone. "Is that all you cal

n aback. He hadn't expe