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💫RAYNE💫My stepmother’s scream hit me before I even crossed the kitchen.“What do you mean you didn’t get any vegetables!”“The money you gave me was not enough.” My voice came out low. I had learned a long time ago that talking too loud in this house only made things worse.“But you were able to buy your dress for the bonfire tonight huh, you fatass!” Dahlia walked into the kitchen holding up the gown I had thrifted from the local market. She held it by the shoulders like it disgusted her to touch it.“I bought that with my own money.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Dad bought you a new dress with money that could have lasted us another moon. He bought nothing for me.”“Because you’re ugly Rayne.” Dahlia’s eyes dragged down my body, slow, the way she always did before she said something meant to cut deep. “You’re fat. You think they make expensive dresses in extra large? Let alone four extra large?”She never got tired of it. My weight was the one thing she could always r

🩸WARREN🩸MINE!The word exploded through my skull the moment our eyes met. I did not choose it. It simply arrived, tearing through every wall I had spent twenty-four years building brick by brick.Kian roared inside my chest, a violence I had never felt from him before. Not once. Not in every fight I had ever thrown him into, not in every kill I had let him taste.MINE.The force of it nearly knocked me off balance where I sat. My hand found the arm of my chair and gripped it until I felt it start to splinter under my palm.Twenty-four years of discipline kept my face exactly where it belonged. Cold and unreadable. Carved from the same ice everyone in this pack had accused me of since I was a boy. But underneath that stillness, something ancient had clawed its way awake, and it was already dragging its claws down the inside of my ribs, demanding I move, demanding I claim, demanding things I had sworn my entire life I would never want.No.Absolutely not.This could not be happening.

💫RAYNE💫The guard led me through a set of doors so plain they looked like they belonged to an entirely different building than the one I had just been dragged through. No marble here. No fountains. Just narrow stone corridors that smelled like boiled linen and woodsmoke, and the sound of dozens of footsteps moving fast in every direction.My ankle throbbed with every step, but I kept pace anyway. I had already learned tonight that slowing down only invited a hand to grab me somewhere it hurt.The corridor opened into a wide room packed with people. Servants in matching gray dresses stood in uneven rows, some of them still tying aprons behind their backs, others whispering to each other with their heads bent close. A woman stood at the front of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, and the second I saw her face, I understood exactly why every single person in that room had gone quiet.She looked to be near my father’s age, her gray-streaked hair pulled back so tight it stret