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Paris stood slowly, her chest tight with unease. She wasn’t ready. Maybe she will never be ready.Not for this. Not for them."I am Catalina why do I need to be here and suffer," she uttered quietly.Not for the moment where Lucas would stand proudly before his pack and introduce her as something she never agreed to be—his fiancée. His Luna.The title alone felt like a shackle around her throat.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. What choice did she have?None. Absolutely none.A bitter breath slipped past her lips as that truth settled heavily inside her chest. No one would come for her. No one would help.Her family? Useless.Worse than useless. If only she can snap their neck and kill them but she can't do that especially when she knows that Paris doesn't want her family to be dead. A weak woman mind, body and heart.A flicker of pain crossed her expression, quickly buried beneath cold acceptance. She knew them well enough. If anything, they would gladly hand her over again
To her horror, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, framed by the dim glow of the streetlights.Her breath caught. Her heart stuttered. She squinted, hoping—praying—that the man she thought she recognized was only a trick of the light.She wasn’t.It was him. The man who had given her a ride home, whose presence she hadn’t anticipated seeing again.“Damn it,” she whispered, teeth clenched, her palms slick with sweat.There were only two choices: return to the camp and face the cage she’d fought so hard to escape… or run.Her legs moved before her mind could protest. She ran.Going back wasn’t just terrifying—it was unthinkable. That place was a prison. And the thought of being trapped under his control, tethered to a man she barely knew and couldn’t trust, made her chest tighten with fear.“Luna, wait!”His voice tore through the night behind her, urgent, demanding. Panic surged, igniting her muscles. She didn’t slow. She sprinted faster, weaving through narrow alleys, each foo
•Third Person•"So both of you did it?" Paris raised her right eyebrow and smirked. She hates those annoying voices and the dirty look they give to her, and as a payback she will let them see her change of attitude. "Of course, I never thought that he's such a hot and sexy alpha," Paris said while licking her lips. Those elders in front of her gasped and looked at her with disgust. "Why? Didn't you like it? I thought you wanted to know what happened between us? Alpha Lucas touched—""Stop it, slut! She is your sister's husband—""Omo, really? I'm sorry, I forgot about it, but either you deny or admit it, Lucas sleeps with me, not Alena—""Shut up! Always remember that you are only a slut who gives her body to the alpha."Her eyes widened while looking at Alena's mother—she looked smug while watching Paris, as if she's winning their argument. Paris covered her mouth pretending to be shocked. She almost laughed when the old madam rolled her eyes. It was as if she's saying, ``How could
•PARIS•I woke up with a heavy heart, my body was still aching due to the sexual activity we did earlier. I want to rest until morning but I can't be lazy and be a prisoner here until the end of my life, because I am aware that if this alpha knew about our conspiracy, we would suffer the punishment. And also Alena will be here later so I really need to go. I looked around surveying the room before picking up my clothes beside the bed. I need to be careful, Lucas is still here. If he knows that I'll be leaving without his consent, I am sure that Montessori's reputation will be in danger and I'll be the one to suffer from it. My heart is pounding though I know that Alena is outside and waiting for me to come out to change places, my heart and soul is still not at ease. All I can think at this moment is that I just need to be careful not to be noticed by Lucas or else I'll be dead. Today I'll ask the Montessori's to give me my freedom since I'm already done with the job they've given
Catalina ran her fingers across the spine of the book one last time before sliding it back onto the shelf. The quiet of her room felt heavier than usual. She returned to bed, pulling the covers to her chest, but before her head could touch the pillow, her phone rang.She exhaled sharply, grabbed it from the side table, and stepped onto the balcony.“Mom… why?” she asked, her voice tired. “Is something wrong?”“Did I wake you, baby?” her mother asked, breathless.Catalina almost nodded out of habit before remembering she was on the phone. “No.”On the other end came the sound of uneven breathing — panicked, strained. Catalina knew that sound too well.“I need you here, darling. Your father and I… we need you at the hospital.”Catalina straightened. Without hesitation, she nodded, even though her mother couldn’t see it.“I’m coming.”Minutes later, she was already on the road, the city lights streaking past her windshield. Her phone rang again.She switched it to speaker. “Hello?”“Child







