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Chapter 42.

作者: P.M.I Charlotte
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-05 01:08:04

Agnes Herewit.

Present day.

Now.

I glare at Ephraim, my late mate’s son. That eye patch on his face makes him look more like Blackbeard than a man. He disgusts me.

I remember the night I heard a howl tear through the silence, three years ago, from Iris’ room. Her first shift. The same night I mind-linked with her and learned what he’d done. Or almost done. He came into her room. He tried to force himself on her. And the only thing that saved her was the wolf inside her. She shifted in terror and fury and left him naked and stunned on the floor.

“I may have left my husband’s home because of the monster you are,” I say, voice cold and sharp, “but that doesn’t give you the right to undermine my decisions on this farm.”

Ephraim steps away from the pillar, closing the space between us. That smug grin of his makes my skin crawl.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my father’s property, Agnes,” he sneers. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

A charged silence stretches be
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