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10. No Rights.
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2026-01-10 06:31:07
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MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 73. Somewhere....
Melissa.The door had barely clicked shut behind the maid when something in the room changed. The air didn’t move. The curtains didn’t stir, nothing visible shifted at all.And yet… it did.The silence was no longer the hollow, abandoned kind that settles in empty spaces. It had weight now. Presence. It pressed softly against my ears, thick and deliberate, as though it were listening.Waiting.The woman, whoever she was, didn’t release my hand.Her fingers remained laced loosely with mine, warm and steady, as if she feared I might dissolve into smoke the second she loosened her grip. Her thumb moved in slow, measured circles against the back of my hand. Back and forth. Back and forth.It was a soothing motion.Too soothing.The intimacy of it unsettled me more than if she had stepped away.I didn’t know her.Or… at least, I didn’t remember knowing her.My thoughts were clearer now. They no longer drifted aimlessly through fog. Shapes were forming. Questions were rising to the surface
MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 72. Unfamiliar.
Melissa.I opened my eyes slowly.Or at least—I tried to.They felt unbearably heavy, as though something invisible was pressing them shut. My lashes fluttered weakly before parting just enough to let in fragments of light.Everything was blurry.Shapes bled into one another. Shadows moved where there shouldn’t have been movement. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open at all or if I was still trapped inside whatever dream had held me.My head throbbed dully.A slow, pulsing ache spread from the back of my skull to my temples, throbbing in steady, merciless waves. It wasn’t sharp enough to make me cry out, but it was persistent, dull and heavy, like something pressing from the inside, demanding attention I could barely give.I blinked.Even that simple motion felt exhausting.My eyelids dragged against each other as though weighted, reluctant to part. The faint light beyond them seemed too bright, too invasive, stabbing softly at the ache in my head.Where…?The word forme
MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 71. Scar.
Cypril.“Put off the fire!” I shouted immediately, my voice cutting through the chaos with a force that surprised even me.Guards scattered at once, scrambling toward the well, forming frantic lines with buckets as flames roared higher into the night sky.But even before Cain pointed fully toward the burning structure, I knew. He didn’t need to say the words.He didn’t need to confirm it.His expression, sharp and strained told me everything…and the order he had given earlier, the order I had supported.Shut!It all just confirms that Melisa was in there. The realization landed like a stone dropping straight through my chest.I should be happy, shouldn’t I?Isn’t this what we wanted?From the beginning, the three of us had agreed she was inconvenient. Difficult. Defiant. A bond forced upon us when our loyalty—our future—was meant to belong elsewhere.We had spoken of discarding her.Of replacing her.Of building something cleaner with Amelia.So why….Why did the image of her leaving u
MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 70. SHE IS IN THERE!
Cain.The word emergency was still hanging in the air when I was already moving. It had barely settled into the room, still vibrating against the stone walls, when my body responded without hesitation. Instinct had already taken the reins. There was no thought. Only motion.Caleb shoved past the guard first, shoulders forward, eyes sharp, every step a calculated shove through the cluttered corridor. He moved with the urgency of a predator sensing a threat, his jaw tight, his presence radiating command. Cyril followed immediately behind him, his stride measured yet relentless, eyes scanning the hallways, taking in every detail with the precision of a strategist. I followed, not far behind, my pulse quickening, not with fear, but with the raw, unerring instinct that comes when something crucial is at stake. Emergencies in the pack were rare, and when they occurred, they were never small. They demanded total attention, every sense sharpened, every decision immediate.The corridor was
MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 69. EMERGENCY.
Cain.The crack of the final lash still echoed in my ears as I stepped down from the podium.It rang sharp and clean, like wood splitting beneath a blade. The sound refused to fade, rebounding against the walls of my skull, threading itself through the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.“Punishment complete.”The elder’s voice had carried across the trial ground without strain, calm, resolute, unquestionable. The crowd had gone still at once. No murmurs. No protests. Only the heavy silence that follows a verdict was already decided long before it was spoken.“Necessary,” I muttered inside my head.The word was not for the elders, It was not for the pack, It was for my wolf and for myself.Shut the storm.I didn’t look back at the platform.I didn’t look at her.Not at the way her body had sagged the instant the ropes were loosened, as though whatever force had kept her upright had finally snapped. Not at the streaks of red staining the wooden planks beneath her feet. Not at the way her ha
MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. 68. Whip.
Melissa.The first lash fell before I could fully brace for it.There was no warning beyond the subtle shift of air behind me, no mercy in the pause. One second the night was heavy and still, the next it shattered.The crack split through the darkness, sharp, violent, final.Then came the pain.It tore across my back in a blazing line of fire, so sudden and brutal that it stole the breath straight from my lungs. My body arched instinctively against the table, fingers curling hard into the rough wood beneath me. Splinters bit into my palms as my nails scraped for purchase.A cry rose in my throat.I swallowed it.I would not give them that.The second strike landed before the first had even faded, before my nerves could decide where one agony ended and the next began.Another searing line, another explosion of heat. It overlapped the first, layered over it, claiming new skin without mercy.The crowd was silent now.No whispers of gossip.No murmurs of doubt.Just the clean, cruel sound
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