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s not exaggerated that she did "rush" into the kitchen and not like the well-bred

was paranoid about Isaac, almost to the level of a lioness wh

d moving his hands and threw me out casually like a broken rag doll. I

casually to Fion

looked in a good mood as she said to me, w

why Alpha still keeps you.

ils against her pink lip

ok just like a dirty puppy like you!" she said, and left w

ac'

kids of our age did. But I was almost an adult now, and with the burden of being the next Alpha on me, I just didn't have time t

ctually I had little interest in insulting and suppressing her. But as the next Alpha, eve

was quite better than I'd ever had. I ate my breakfast as I watched that skinny body doing her business.

u shouldn't bully a girl." Caesar

She's the daugh

ruises on her body, which mu

at's what sh

n't want to pay attention to me

tiny arms and legs. I was curious how long she was going to tough it out. Other maids always found every excuse to res

d it with a clean fork and handed it to me with both hands, with bowed head. Her right hand was

t o

taste, and I took two random chews intending to leave the kitchen. Before I left, I snuck the kitchen key

t to talk to me again, and oddly enough

k her in the kitchen after

, and Fiona will beat her to

le boy who accidentally

I guess, the kind that has to whimp

ve picked it up, keep it up." Caesar w

hat will bite its owner is

because that would reflect badly on my family's reputati

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f my age came into the kitchen, most of whom were Fiona and Isaa

d think she just crawle

uitor, and he used to throw me off the second

ty. My family's slaves are

iately grabbed my right hand to block my way. I let out a c

ed, "I'm sorry about that." and

ight, traito

me. She has the filt

e table and dangled it in front of my eyes.

a luxury for me. Every time I made a croi

dog." They gathered their eyes on me as if

r. "Bark, puppy. Say 'I'm a traitor's daughter,

No less than a witch's child. S

are dirty

here I got the courage or if it was from a moment of anger. I

ch, my parents

't eat. I was kicked to the ground and one of them grabbed me by th

our parents are traitor

to make any sound until I felt

's en

d for dining. The crowd surrounding me finally dispersed and I got up from the floor, bowed to

heaven compared to the kitchen. A place that

t them on the wound, as taught by my mother. Witches always kept their habit of seeking out the right herbs to treat injuries. It was a good thi

les. By the faint light of the candle, I looked intently at the world in the pi

circled with crayons. In three months, I would be an adult. The