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young lady she appeared to be, which I attributed to her possessiveness of Nathan . In the Crimson Shadow pack, whoever had eyes knew that Elena was paranoid about N

could do was make a painful huffing sound. Nathan explained casually to Elena, "Just bored." Elena was amused b

against her pink lips and pretended to think. "Well, but even if you had a wolf, then your wolf would look just

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and with the burden of being the next Alpha on me, I just didn't have time to toy with a slave Omega. And Elena was getting awful now, she was always fussing and chattering, and I

daughter. But she was really doing these long hours of housework very well, and at least the breakfast she co

e of satisfaction. "It makes no sense to do that, you shouldn't bully a girl." Caesar

dy, which must have been done by Elena ." "So

thoughts. I could certainly see the bruises on her body, as large and smal

found every excuse to rest during work, but I never saw her resting. It

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

face. The food in my mouth had also changed in taste, an

idn't know. Let's just say my wolf was taking pity on her. On the way to training, my w

"I don't know where she lives, and Elena will beat her to death if I don't lock

up, keep it up." Caesar was definitely implying something to me. "Keeping such a stray dog that will bite its owner is better dead on the streets," I responde

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my age came into the kitchen, most of whom were Elena and Natha

floor in front of Elena to "show his manhood". "That's right. She's so dirty. My family's slaves are ten times cleaner than her." I tried to flee the kitchen on un

s daughter." "Keep her away from me. She has the filthiest blood on her." Peter casually picked up a

" They gathered their eyes on me as if I could bring them so much joy by barking. My silence made what they said harder and harder. "Bark, puppy. Say 'I'm a traitor's daughter,

ourage or if it was from a moment of anger. I looked at the man who had insul

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

itted my teeth and tried not to make any sound until I felt a strong blood s

ed and I got up from the floor, bowed to Luna and left the kitchen. Luna hadn't even looked at me all that

p my broken hand. Then I took out the herbs I had hidden in the cupboard, crushed them and put them on the wou

the daughter of a traitor. Tending to the wound, I pulled a well-worn picture book from under the floor tiles. By the faint light of

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