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very step back to my cramped dorm room felt like walking on shattered glass. The bl

hin mattress. The room was suffocatingly silent, smelling only of

lessly in my skull. *Scentless, wo

lf to buy her gifts, and swallowing my pride, only to prove I was exactly what they said I was: a bottom-feeder unworthy of a Mate. A strange, dark powe

floor, jarring me from my misery. An unkn

oodied fingers, I

nt, and laced with an unquestionable, terrifying

th catching in m

yal bloodline that bows to no Alpha. Everything you have endured

, sadistic script Dixon could have possibly written. They weren't done breaking me. The

!" I roared, my voice cracking w

slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor. I curled into a tight b

obbed violently where Dixon's boot had pinned me. I groaned, rolling over to retrieve my batte

t a mocking text from Dixon

o focus on the screen. I rubbed them,

alance: $100

ing. One hundred

d of liquid cash to throw into a fake app interface. This was real. The cold, hard num

dialed the unknown number from

Evangeline's voice answered, completely u

out, staring at the impossibl

iscussing the weather. "I will be returning to Jork tonight to see you. I just have to f

ing whose mere command could force an entire Pack to

still there, but the despair that had chained me to the floor was evaporating. In its place, t