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Feyre opened her eyes and squinted at the rays of sunlight from her window. She sighed, she was just too stubborn to die.

An apprentice rushed to call the healer when she noticed she was awake.

"How are you feeling?" the healer asked.

"I feel pain everywhere" she replied.

“That's normal, you have a fractured right arm, mild concussion, and multiple bruises...” The healer looked worried. “Your wounds aren't healing as fast as they should, though. Maybe you should try shifting to your wolf, it will help your healing”

“Doing so wouldn't help, my wolf is very small,” Feyre explained.

“Oh... I see. Why?”

Feyre shrugged, "I don't know, It has always been that way"

"and you never found out why?"

"My foster mother tried her best but no healer could figure out what was wrong"

The healer looked at her with pity and shook his head.

"Okay, tell the apprentice if you need anything"

"Thank you" Feyre replied.

The healer nodded and left.

Feyre turned to the apprentice, "What about Master Philips and Ms Remington?" she asked.

The apprentice eyes shone in delight,

"Master Philips brought Ms Remington here and insisted the healer treat the wound on her leg immediately. He was so romantic, he ordered everything to be suspended to make sure she was okay, then afterwards, they left for their trip" the apprentice replied.

Feyre clenched her fists, Grant had left her to die then afterward couldn't care less about her and had still gone on the trip with Anna.

"Are you okay?" the apprentice asked.

Feyre nodded, she didn't have the strength for conversation, she turned to the corner and faced the wall.

Every time she remembered that she had wasted four years of her life on Grant, she wanted to bang her head against the wall.

Four years with Grant.

And what was she to him?

Nothing.

...

After being discharged, Feyre returned to her tiny room.

She took one of the healing potions, she had been given and fell asleep.

She slept for an entire day and finally felt better.

After drinking more healing potions, she dragged herself back to work.

“My friend at Fire Moon Pack sent me a letter, she said Master Phillips is so in love with Ms Remington. He completely dotes on her and adores her so much” a servant said.

“Master Phillips is the perfect lover. He stayed loyal all these years, waiting just for her.”

The moment Feyre stepped into the kitchen, she overheard the servants gossiping.

She let out a bitter laugh and sat in a corner.

Yes, Grant loved Anna.

That part was true.

But loyal?

Not even close.

Feyre found it ironic.

All men were the same. Love and desire were two separate things to them.

Grant loved Anna with his heart.

But his body?

That had been with Feyre plenty of times.

And perfect?

Feyre was the mate destined for him by the Moon Goddess, yet he still treated her like trash.

“Ms. Phillips, this is a work area. Master Phillips...”

Suddenly, noise came from outside the doors.

Feyre glanced over.

Her blood instantly ran cold.

Tonya had arrived.

“Get out of my way!”

Tonya stormed into the kitchen, her boots clicking against the floor. She was dressed from head to toe in expensive clothes.

She walked straight toward Feyre.

This time, Feyre refused to back down.

She looked directly at Tonya.

She wouldn't be afraid of her anymore.

“Feyre, Grant is coming back today,” Tonya whispered into her ear like a devil. “He and Anna are going to become mates. Did you know that?”

She let out a mocking laugh.

“Four years ago, I told you that the day Grant abandons you would be the day you die.”

Feyre looked at her and sighed.

Four years had passed, yet Tonya was still obsessed with her.

In front of everyone, Tonya slapped Feyre across the face.

Feyre didn't fight back.

She simply stared at Tonya, challenging her with her eyes.

She had fantasized about killing Tonya countless times.

In her dreams and in her imagination, she had killed her over and over again.

The day she tried to end her life again, she would take Tonya down with her.

But for now...

She still wanted to live.

“Remember this slap?” Tonya sneered.

“Back then, Grant hit me because of you. It was the first time in my life he ever laid a hand on me. Then he sent me away from the pack. All because of you!”

Tonya grabbed a bowl of dirty water sitting on the table and poured it over Feyre's head.

“You think getting Grant on your side means you've won? Who do you think you are?”

Her voice became colder.

“An orphan. That's all you'll ever be. Do you really think he will make you his mate, chose you over me?”

Tonya grabbed Feyre's head and shoved it down into another bowl of dirty water.

“Get out of my family. Or I'll expose all your dirty secrets to the entire pack.”

Feyre slowly raised her head and continued staring at her.

What did Tonya mean by “dirty secrets”?

Did she mean Feyre's relationship with Grant? But she didn't know about that right?

No one in the kitchen dared to defend Feyre.

Tonya was daughter of Beta Phillip and nobody wanted to risk offending her to help Feyre.

After Tonya finally left, one of the other servants cautiously approached Feyre.

“Feyre... how did you end up on Tonya Phillips' bad side?”

Feyre smiled and wiped her face with a napkin.

“We went to the training center together. We had a little drama back then.”

...

In the washroom, Feyre fixed her clothes.

She didn't cry.

That was the old Feyre.

She wouldn't give them the satisfaction anymore.

Back then, she would have cried like a child and wondered why life was so unfair.

Was it her fault that she was an orphan?

Did having no family mean she deserved to be bullied?

Now she understood.

In the pack, being an orphan was almost like a crime.

No family, no background, no protection.

That was all people needed to crush you.

Bullies never needed a reason.

She left the washroom and went to her to change. There was a knock on her doors, she opened the door to see Fred Lee, Grant's close friend. He handed her a sack of coins and a letter and left without a word. She closed the door and dropped the sack of coins on her bed.

She opened the letter to see it was from Grant.

'Feyre

I have already sent a letter to Tonya to leave you alone. Go buy yourself something nice with the money.'

It was the same thing he always said every time.

“Thank you, Grant.” she muttered softly.

She looked at the sack, she would accepted the money.

She had earned it, she would take it.

He hadn't even asked her about her injuries, what a joke!

She drafted a letter of resignation and dropped it at the head servant door.

Tomorrow was the fifteenth, she had a meeting at the Winchester estate with Ryder Winchester.

If she could make this deal work, she could finally be free of Grant.