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CHAPTER 7 – Building the New Cage

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- Calla

The old Greystone Estate was just as I remembered it: silent, neglected, and surrounded by a thick, protective wall of pine and brush. The small cabin was dusty and smelled faintly of mouse droppings and aged wood, but it was mine. No guards, no Marla, and no scent of Alpha Lucien Thorne. Just freedom, purchased with a ruthless transfer of money and a clean break from a destiny I refused to accept.

I spent the first few hours cleaning, not resting. Scrubbing the dirt from the windows, sweeping the dead leaves from the porch, and airing out the stale sheets. The work was simple, physical, and blessedly mindless. Every action was a small act of defiance against the past life where I had always been treated like a burden or an idiot.

By noon, the cabin was clean enough. I ate a simple meal of canned soup—the first step in my new regimen. No more comfort eating. No more hiding behind food.

My body was still soft, weak, and tired easily. This was the result of years of emotional mi
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