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Flora's POV

As time passed, I became the infamous outcast of the pack—the lowest among them all. People whispered about me whenever they saw me. The news of my supposed affair with a stranger had spread like wildfire, and I had become the pack’s scandal. I could live with their judgment, but my father’s cruelty, along with Zack’s, was unbearable.

My father, who once cherished me, now scolded me at every opportunity. His distant demeanor had turned into open hostility, as if he detested me.

Zack, on the other hand, acted as if I didn’t exist. The day he broke up with me, I moved out of our shared bedroom—not by choice but because he demanded it. Worse, it was Milani, not him, who informed me that the servants had already moved my belongings to another room.

When I arrived, I was horrified to find a small, shabby room, so filthy it looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in months. When I asked the maids for help cleaning it, they ignored me. Were these not the same people I once thought of as family?

My father eventually ordered Milani to stop serving me and reassigned her to Alora.

Each passing day, my heart grew heavier, weighed down by the cruelty of those I loved. For the first time, I felt like I didn’t want to live anymore. That evening, I stood in the garden, staring blankly at the flowers. The fresh air brushed against my face, but it couldn’t soothe the ache in my chest.

“Oh, so you’re here?” I turned to see Alora approaching me, a mocking grin on her face. “The alpha’s daughter turned out to be quite a lowly woman.”

Her words made my jaw clench. I wanted to slap her. She had brought this misery into my life.

“Look at you,” she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “You’re so pale and weak. Don’t you think you’ve stopped looking like the alpha’s daughter?”

Her words cut deep because they were true. The mental torment had drained me, leaving me a shadow of who I used to be.

The wind brushed against my face, and I shut my eyes, feeling the sting of tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Aww, Sister is crying? How sad!” Alora taunted.

I opened my eyes and glared at her. “I will never forgive you. You destroyed my life.” She hadn’t just tricked me into that private room, but video of me leaving went viral because of her, too.

Alora laughed, shaking her head. “It wasn’t me. It was your fate. Everything you had was always meant to be mine. You’re finally where you belong.”

Her words hit me like a slap.

I wanted to scream at her, but I knew better. The last time I confronted her about her schemes, she had burst into fake tears and ran to my father. I had been punished by being denied food for an entire day. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of provoking me again.

Clenching my fists, I walked past her, ignoring her cruel words. When I reached my shabby room, I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. “I don’t want this life anymore,” I whispered through my tears. Dying felt easier than enduring this torment.

I rose from my bed and searched my room, desperate to find a way to end the pain. When I opened the nightstand drawer, I found a bottle of sleeping pills. I looked at them quizzically for a moment, trying to remember how they got there. I didn’t recall putting them there.

But I didn’t care. That wasn’t important right now. I grabbed them and poured as many as I could into my hand, then picked up a glass of water and stared at the pills, tears blurring my vision.

I needed to send a message to Zack first. I put down the glass, picked up my phone and typed the bitter words, “It’s over. I hope I don’t meet you in the next life.”

I dropped the phone onto the bed and swallowed the pills in one go. As they slid down my throat, I felt a choking sensation and a wave of dizziness.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in my mind—a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. “Stop wasting your life on someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

I blinked, startled. It was my wolf. She had been silent for so long; I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have her presence.

“Don’t die,” she urged. “We deserve better. We have the right to live.”

Her words resonated with me. Zack didn’t deserve my life. He had cheated on me. He didn’t care how I was living or bother to ask for an explanation. He hadn’t even apologized.

Why should I die for someone like him?

Fueled by a sudden determination, I rushed to the bathroom and forced myself to vomit. As I was retching, the door burst open. Zack stormed in, his expression frantic.

But when he saw I was vomiting, his worry turned to anger. “I can’t believe I thought you’d actually go through with it! Are you trying to fake a suicide to get my attention?” he snapped. “Bitches like you don’t have the guts for something like suicide.’” His eyes blazed with contempt.

His words made my blood boil. I really did want to die, but it was my wolf who saved me. And he, my ex-boyfriend, is standing in front of me, hoping I really would die. How ironic? How could I have fallen in love with such a heartless man?

I clenched my fists, but instead of crying, I smiled bitterly. “Yeah,” I said, my voice calm but cutting. “And leaving you was the best decision of my life.”

His face twisted with rage, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to charge at me.

Instinctively, I took a step back.

But then, he stopped himself, letting out a scoff. “What did you think? I wouldn’t touch a filthy woman like you.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.

I stared at the closed door, a fire burning inside me, a fire fueled by betrayal and humiliation.

I wasn’t going to let them win.

I wanted revenge.