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Feyre stared at the mural on the ceiling, it was of two wolves lying in front of a pool, she wondered how her life had become this way.

Grant grunted in her ears as he moved in and out of her. Once upon a time, she remembered how she was always so riled up when they slept together. All she had felt was immense pleasure over and over. But now, she just felt drained.

Grant Phillips seemed to have endless energy. He kept going until Feyre could barely take it anymore.

She finally let out a sigh of relief when he stopped.

“prepare my bags, I am traveling to Fire Moon Pack to do some duties for the Alpha. I will be gone for two weeks.” he said as he got out of bed.

He began to get dressed.

Feyre moved her sore waist slightly and looked at him with curiosity.

“Grant, Am I going with you?”

Grant paused and frowned at her.

“I’m going with Anna. Her father wants her to learn more about the pack, she is going to succeed him as a beta wolf”

Feyre wasn’t surprised, she had already expected that answer. Of course he was going with Anna. He covered it up as a diplomatic trip, but she knew better.

“Okay, Master. I’ll get it done.” she said gently.

Seeing her sad expression, Grant spoke again.

“Feyre, You are doing it again. It's not yet time to reveal you as my mate. And I and Anna are just going on the trip together for pack duties”

Feyre looked up at him and forced a bitter smile.

“Grant, you keep telling me it's not yet time to reveal me as your mate but when will it be time? You just keep flaunting Anna around, I am tired”

Grant’s expression darkened.

He reached out and rubbed her head, as if trying to calm her. Then he placed a bag of coins on the nightstand.

“Stop throwing a tantrum. Just be patient, Be good and buy whatever you want.”

“Master, I am tired of being your secret.”

Feyre stared at him stubbornly. She knew that Grant would never reveal to every one that she was his mate. He had kept her a secret for four years, to the rest of his pack, she was his loyal personal servant. Nobody knew she was his mate.

“I will reveal you as my mate when the time comes. Don’t throw a tantrum..”

Clearly impatient, Grant gave her one last look before leaving.

The door slammed shut.

Feyre’s ears started ringing, and for a moment, she couldn’t hear anything.

She was just a poor orphan, four years ago at the pack training center, her excellent grades had made Tonya Phillips hate her. Tonya started bullying her, and the bullying had nearly destroyed her.

Feyre lost hearing in one ear, had her pinky toe crushed, and almost lost her eyesight.

A guard had saved her when she was trying to jump off the highest building, she had been so tired of everything and she just wanted to end it all. Jon, who was a new guard wasn't part of the other guards who turned a blind eye, when she told him the entire story in tears, he escalated the issue.

The scandal quickly spread around the pack, and the training center head called the families of everyone involved in the bullying.

Grant, Tonya’s older brother, came to the school on behalf of the Phillips family.

Maybe he had done it to protect his family’s reputation. Maybe he had simply felt sorry for her.

Whatever the reason, Grant reached out to Feyre.

The first thing he said to her was, “Don’t be scared. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

Back then, Feyre had been weak and helpless.

She fell in love with him and when on her nineteenth birthday, she found out they were mates, she was full of joy.

At her most vulnerable moment, Grant gave her everything she had ever wanted to believe about love and safety.

She once thought he was her salvation. Grant had assured her he would reveal to everyone she was his mate soon. He had begged her to be patient.

She had been patient for four years and now she knew the truth.

He didn’t love her.

He simply refused to let her go.

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At the Phillips family estate, Grant had a meeting while Anna waited for him in his study.

Soon, they would be going to Fire Moon Pack together while Feyre would remain in the pack as Grant's secret.

Feyre placed a cup of juice in front of Anna. She tried to hide the bitterness and jealousy in her heart.

“Ms. Remington, enjoy your drink.”

Anna looked at her and smiled gently.

She came from a powerful family and was on the same level with Grant. They had been childhood best friends.

Anna had an elegant and classy air about her. She was born into wealth and power and carried herself with effortless grace.

Even when she was simply sitting there, she had everything Feyre didn’t.

Feyre knew she had lost.

She had never stood a chance.

A powerful werewolf like Grant would never truly fall in love with a poor girl like her and neither would he reveal her as his mate. Their pack Red Moon Pack had four betas who ruled the pack alongside the Alpha. Grant was the son of one of the betas.

He would only use her until he got bored.

Feyre placed the cup down and walked out of the study.

Her fists were tightly clenched.

“Mr. Phillips and Ms. Remington are going on a trip together? I heard they’re officially together now. Goddess, I would be so excited if it's true”

“I hope their mating ceremony will be announced soon. Both families are already in support.”

The servants were gossiping about Grant and Anna.

Feyre stood among them, pretending not to listen.

She filled a cup with hot water to make some tea

Suddenly, the boiling water splashed onto her hand.

Her skin immediately turned red.

The cup slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.

Feyre hissed in pain and quickly rushed to the sink to run cold water over her burned hand.

Grant and Anna were going to become mates soon.

That meant she and Grant were finished. When would he reject her? She wondered.

Once he rejected her, she would have to leave the Phillips estate.

“Feyre, Mr. Phillips wants you to escort him and Ms. Remington to the pack boundary with their luggage at eleven,” one of the servants told her.

Feyre forced a bitter smile.

Grant... was ruthless.

She knew he was doing it on purpose.

There were plenty of other servants available, but he had chosen her.

He wanted to remind her of her place.

In the end, both Grant and Tonya were bullies.

They just had different ways of hurting people.

One had shattered her body.

The other had crushed her heart.

Feyre went to her room, she took out a piece of paper and began to write. Back then, she had said she would never contact this person, but she had no choice right now.

'Good day Master Winchester,

I am writing to ask about the offer you gave me back then to be your mate, is it still available?

Feyre Johnson'

She finished writing the letter and reached for a lighter and burnt it.

The witches had devised a way of contacting each other easily and most packs had adopted it as well. Writing their messages on magic parchment paper and burning it. The letter would reach the recipient immediately.

Feyre waited anxiously, she had no idea if she would receive a response. Ryder Winchester had made her the offer three years ago, back then she had been naive and still believed in Grant, she had dismissed the offer immediately.

But now, she realized that becoming the mate of another werewolf might be her only way to survive. A female werewolf who leaves her partner would suffer a slow death because her soul would be incomplete. Her only way to survive was to immediately be mated to someone else.

Grant knew this and this was his control over her.

Then a letter appeared on her table. She quickly opened it,

'Miss Johnson,

My offer still stands. Come to the Winchester estate on the fifteenth at eight p.m. We’ll discuss the details.”