RIA'

to survive in a world that viewed me as less than nothing. From the moment I was dragged from my burning h

THE B

t first, I thought if I worked hard enough, they might see me as more than just a prisoner. I though

k only when spoken to, keep your head down, and never, ever cry

E LESSON O

biting into my skin. Beta Kane-a man who seemed to derive joy from cruelty-wal

se that lingered for days. "Slaves don't get to question

HE FIRST

ots for a feast. As I worked, I felt something strange, a warm trickle running down my

and yanking me to my feet. When he saw the blood s

this mess, you disgust

what I had done wrong. My back still bore scars from previous punish

THE FIRS

in Freya, a girl younger than me by a year. She had a spark of def

gged before the Alpha. Freya stood there to

ealing from the kitchen," the Alpha's voice boomed. I star

to save herself. That night, as the whip tore into my b

PUNISHMENT

ring baths, fetched her meals, and brought her tonics my mother had once taken during her own pre

the blame fell squarely on me. "It was that slave! She p

ns, the pack didn't care. From then on, I became their outlet for every

THE DARK

through cruel words or physical harm. One night, after a long day of cleaning the

one can take," he said,

n I stumbled, Jax kicked me hard in the ribs, and I gasped, unable to brea

oug

ounds. This is the first time I've seen him so close.His piercing gaze silenced t

more useful to do." His tone left no room for argument. The wa

speak to me. But his intervention, however small, pla

I carry the scars on my body and the weight in my soul, but somewhere deep in