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Chapter 15: The Price of Being Unwanted

작가: RISA HART
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The blood had barely dried on the ceremonial floor when the pack decided I was responsible for it.

I stood in the eastern corridor outside the healer's room, my injured palm wrapped in white cloth, listening to two guards argue about whether I should be locked away.

They didn't know I was listening.

They thought I was too exhausted to care about anything beyond the pain in my hand.

They were wrong.

"Did you see what happened when she touched the se
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    I barely made it halfway down the eastern corridor before the anger inside me became too heavy to carry quietly.Ronan had known.He had known something about the night I was born. He had known my mother. He had known there was a secret buried beneath the palace, and he had looked me in the eyes without telling me the truth.Perhaps he had his reasons. Perhaps the council had threatened him. Perhaps the entire kingdom had been built upon a lie so dangerous that speaking it aloud could bring the walls down.None of those possibilities made the betrayal hurt any less.I reached the staircase and gripped the railing, forcing myself to breathe.He was there the night you were born.The words repeated inside my skull.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, her presence a quiet pressure against my ribs.He knows more.“I know,” I whispered.Then stop letting him decide when you are ready for the truth.I straightened.For once, Lunara and I agreed completely.“Lady Nyla?”I turned.Commander Elia

  • THE WOLF THEY BURIED ALIVE    Chapter 23: The King in the Shadows

    I had forgotten how loud silence could be.It followed me through the packhouse corridors as Mara led me toward the room I had once shared with two other Omega girls. Every person we passed stopped talking. Some bowed their heads. Others stared at me as though I had returned from the dead.Perhaps, in a way, I had.The old Nyla Graves—the girl who apologized for taking up space, who lowered her eyes whenever someone insulted her, who believed Blake's approval would somehow make her worthy—was gone.I wasn't entirely sure who had taken her place.But I intended to find out.Mara opened the door to our old room.The familiar scent of lavender soap and dried herbs drifted toward me. The narrow beds were still there, as was the small wooden table beside the window. Someone had replaced the curtains, but otherwise, the room looked exactly as I remembered it.I stepped inside slowly."I thought they'd give you a better room," Mara said."They probably would have, if I'd asked."She gave me

  • THE WOLF THEY BURIED ALIVE    Chapter 22: Welcome to Blackthorn

    Blackthorn appeared on the horizon just after sunrise.I recognized the forest first—the towering pines, the narrow road winding between them, and the ancient stone markers that separated pack territory from the surrounding lands.For most of my life, those markers had meant home.Now they looked like the entrance to a prison I had finally escaped.I sat beside the carriage window, watching the trees pass. My pendant rested against my chest, warm beneath my fingers. Lunara had been unusually quiet throughout the journey, but I could feel her awareness beneath my skin.She knew we were close.So did I.Across from me, King Ronan Black studied a document Elias had delivered before dawn. He had barely spoken since we left the palace. Occasionally, I caught him looking at me, but whenever our eyes met, he returned to his papers.It was irritating.Almost as irritating as the fact that I kept looking back."Do you intend to stare at that document until it confesses something?" I asked.Ron

  • THE WOLF THEY BURIED ALIVE    Chapter 21:A Journey Without Return

    The first scream came from the northern corridor.The second came from somewhere beneath our feet.I stood in the western sanctuary with my mother’s letter clutched against my chest, listening as the palace erupted into chaos around us. Steel clashed against steel. Boots thundered across stone. Orders flew through the darkness, followed by the terrible sound of something heavy crashing to the ground.The intruders had come for me.Not the crown. Not the royal treasury. Not even King Ronan Black.Me.Stand, Lunara whispered inside my mind.My fingers tightened around the letter.For twenty-five years, I had believed there was something missing inside me. Something broken. Something that made me less than every other wolf in Blackthorn Pack.Now I knew the truth.Someone had taken something from me before I had even been old enough to understand what it meant to be alive.And whoever had done it was frightened enough to send armed men into the King's palace to finish what they had start

  • THE WOLF THEY BURIED ALIVE    Chapter 20: The Wolf They Buried Alive

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  • THE WOLF THEY BURIED ALIVE    Chapter 19: The woman the King Wanted

    Nyla's POVThe palace had a way of making silence feel deliberate.Even the servants seemed to know when not to speak. They moved through the corridors with their heads lowered, carrying trays and folded linens as though the smallest disturbance might awaken something sleeping beneath the royal stones.Perhaps something was sleeping beneath them.After the events of the previous night, I wasn't prepared to dismiss that possibility.I stood beside the tall window in my chamber, reading Blake's letter for what felt like the twentieth time.I looked afraid because I recognized what was waking inside you.I hated that sentence.I hated it because Blake had been standing beside me for years, watching me suffer while knowing there was something he wasn't telling me. He had promised my mother he would protect me, yet he had allowed the pack to treat me as though I were worthless.Now, after rejecting me in fro

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