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what could I do with so little power?

作者: Bia
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-22 02:32:05

Clara’s POV

It was midnight, the hour when nightmares crawl out from beneath the bed and lay beside you. I woke abruptly—if I’d even truly slept—with my heart slamming into my ribs. The sharp, metallic twang of shattered glass lingered in the air. It sounded so final, so violent, as if the room itself had been split open.

For a moment, I didn’t know if I was awake or still lost in the muddle of half-memories and images that haunted my head every time I closed my eyes: blood on marble, Lamplight flickering on Lisa’s fallen hair, Taehyung’s hand at my throat. Somewhere in this place, there had to be a world in which I could breathe again, but it wasn’t this one.

A shadow moved beyond the bed canopy. I flinched instinctively—too sharp, too loud, as if movement alone might draw punishment.

The air sizzled with whiskey and anger long before I saw him clearly. The Alpha—my husband, my captor, my enemy—stood over the ruins of what looked like an expensive decanter, jagged edges gleaming
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