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Chapter 21
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2025-07-15 07:00:37“Look who finally crawled back from the dead.”
I flinched at the mocking voice as the guards dropped me off at the Trial grounds. The other girls stood in clusters, gossiping loudly. My knees ached as I forced myself to stand straight.
“She probably hid in a hole all night,” another girl sneered. “Like the rat she is.”
My chest burned. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. I didn’t want to cause trouble. I didn’t want to give them a reason to hurt me more.
But then one girl stepped forward, her painted lips curling with disgust. “Tell me, omega. Did you spread your legs for a wild wolf to keep warm last night?”
My vision went red. “Shut up,” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. “At least I didn’t spend the entire night crying over a broken nail.”
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