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"Stupid, selfish Grant," I muttered as I left the house. I left the house and headed out to the outskirts of the pack. It was a black market. The pack tolerated it and allowed them to do their business as long as they caused no trouble. Werewolves would go there to trade and exchange things. I wrapped a cape around my head and headed there. I needed to trade the bracelet Grant had given me. I sighed as I walked over. I was so tired. Other werewolves would have simply shifted to their wolf form or driven their cars. I had no car nor wolf. Omegas could also shift, but I was unlucky enough to be an omega without a wolf. This made me much weaker than other omegas. This was why I had always been an easy target for Gia and her group of bullies. I got to Grazel and went straight to Adam's store. "Hey Feyre, how's my favorite customer doing today?" he asked me. "I am your favorite customer and you keep trying to shortchange me?" I asked him. "Sweetie, it's just business." "How have things been around here?" "Busy. You know how it is here." I looked around. I had grown up here. I had grown up in the orphanage home. "So what do you have for me today?" I handed him the bracelet. "This is beautiful." Adam never asked me where I got the things I sold him. All the expensive, impractical gifts Grant gave me, I sold to Adam. "I will give you 5000 dollars for it," he told me. I frowned. "Adam, that's too small. The bracelet is worth much more." "Sweetie, I wouldn't cheat you. All these years, I have been buying things from you. I wouldn't cheat you," he told me. He handed me the envelope. "Thank you, Adam." "You're welcome, sweetie." I put the envelope in my bag. "Say hi to Doris for me." I nodded and waved him goodbye before leaving. I passed through the familiar paths as I made my way to my old home. I stared at the place that had always been home to me. I took a breath and walked in. I opened the door and a flurry of little footsteps rushed towards me. "Feyre!" "We missed you!" "Come see what we did in school!" They held my hands as they pulled me along with them. "Now, children, let Feyre be," Doris came in and shooed the children away. They sulked as they left. "I will see you guys later," I called after them. "Feyre! We have missed you," she hugged me. I hugged her back. "I have missed you too." "How are things at the pack house?" I shrugged. "It's fine." I handed her the envelope. She opened it and gasped. "Feyre, this is too much." "Really, it isn't." "Sweetie, you have to also save for yourself. You still have plans to go to the Imperial Werewolf College. You need to save money." "It's okay, Doris. I have savings. This is for you and the orphanage." She touched my cheek. "You are such a kind girl, Feyre." I smiled and said nothing. Nothing was too much to repay the kindness of Doris and the orphanage. When my birth parents had abandoned me in front of the orphanage as an infant, the orphanage had taken me in and Doris had taken care of me. My debt to them would never be fully repaid.FEYREI froze for a second, then gave a small nod, quietly acknowledging his words.So not everyone in power was like Grant, twisting right and wrong to suit themselves."Dora? What’s wrong? Why are you crying like that, sweetheart?"A woman walked in, dressed in an expensive designer outfit, pulling a sleek suitcase behind her, her voice filled with concern as her eyes immediately locked onto Dora."Davina!"Dora’s voice broke as she rushed forward, throwing herself into the woman’s arms like she had just been rescued, yet even in that moment, she didn’t forget to shoot me a smug, triumphant look.My chest tightened.So this was her… Davina Crossel.The woman everyone said should have been standing in my place."Ryder, no matter what happened, you can’t scold Dora like that. She lost her mother at such a young age, she’s sensitive," Davina said, her tone gentle toward Dora, but the moment her gaze shifted to me, that softness disappeared completely.Her eyes moved over me slowly, fro
FEYREGrant didn’t say a single word.He just stood there, silent, as if everything that had just happened had finally caught up to him all at once, but even then, he still didn’t stop me.So I didn’t wait.I stepped forward, placed the resignation letter I had already prepared onto the table, and let it rest there between us like a final line drawn, something that couldn’t be taken back no matter what he said or did next.Everything between us… was over.Completely.And as that realization settled in, I felt something loosen inside my chest, like a heavy chain that had been wrapped around me for years had finally snapped.I took a slow, steady breath, lifting my hand to touch my swollen face, the sting still lingering from his slap, before pulling a handkerchief from my pocket and tying it gently around my cheek to cover the redness.Then I straightened my back.Lifted my chin.And walked out.Head high.We were all werewolves.Even if I was an omega, even if I had nothing, no family
FEYREAnna’s knocking grew louder, more impatient, each hit against the door echoing through the office like a ticking clock counting down to something inevitable.Grant didn’t open it immediately.Instead, he stepped in front of me again, blocking my path as if he could still control how this would end, as if offering me a way out on his terms would somehow fix everything he had already broken.He agreed not to force me into mating anyone.He even offered me twenty million a year.Generous, wasn’t it?But the moment the number left his mouth, I didn’t feel tempted, or grateful, or even surprised.Because I knew exactly what twenty million meant to him.It was nothing more than the price of a single piece of jewelry he would casually buy for Anna without a second thought.And suddenly, life felt like the biggest joke of all.When I was nineteen, I hadn’t needed twenty million.Back then, a thirty-dollar cake and a cheap bouquet of flowers had been enough to make me so happy that I cou
GRANTA sharp, suffocating pain spread through my chest, tightening with every second as her words echoed in my mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard I tried to suppress them.Who helped her get that slot?The answer came to me almost immediately.Ryder.It had to be him.And the moment that thought settled in, something ugly twisted inside me, something I couldn’t quite name but couldn’t ignore either.Was she still that close to him?Or worse…Was she planning to become his?The image alone was enough to make my chest burn with a heat that felt dangerously close to losing control.The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, the rational part of my mind slowly being drowned out by something far more possessive, far more irrational.Before I could stop myself, I reached out, grabbed Feyre by the wrist, and dragged her straight into my office, the door slamming shut behind us with a loud, final thud that seemed to seal us into that suffocating space.I turned to her, my expr
FEYREI froze for a brief moment, my thoughts catching on that one name as it echoed in my mind.Davina.Then it all came rushing back at once.Davina Crossel, the Crossel family’s eldest daughter, the prodigy who had shaken the entire region when she translated an ancient letter at just fifteen years old, instantly earning a reputation that most scholars spent their entire lives chasing, and someone I had once quietly admired from a distance as I clung to my own fragile dreams of entering the Imperial College to study ancient languages.The Crossel family itself wasn’t just wealthy, it was powerful in a way that ordinary people like me could barely comprehend, with deep-rooted connections that even extended into the royal bloodline, making them untouchable in most situations."If Davina wasn’t so busy with her work right now, you wouldn’t even have this chance," Dora continued with a dismissive huff, her chin lifting slightly as she looked down on me. "But I’ve already told her every
FEYREI listened closely as Evelyn continued, her voice lowering slightly as the story grew heavier."Alpha Ryder left the pack to study elsewhere, and he took Dora and her mother with him. The three of them lived together for a few years, almost like a real family. Eventually, Sir River couldn’t take it anymore and sent word that he would accept the relationship if Alpha Ryder returned. But before that could happen… she jumped into a river. Her body was never found. Alpha Ryder came back alone, with the child."Evelyn spoke like she was telling a story from a novel, every detail filled with quiet tension.I sat there, completely drawn in.This wasn’t just a love story.It was tragic… and a little unsettling."Why would she do that?" I asked slowly. "Didn’t Sir River already agree to let them be together?"Evelyn sighed softly. "People said she developed depression after giving birth to Dora, and on top of that, she kept thinking she was getting too old for Alpha Ryder. She believed t







