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18

Ilaria

"Mates?"

"Yes, Ilaria. We are mates. The skies gave us more than we could ask for." Nico confessed and took a seat on the nearest chair, letting me process the new information he just throwed.

"I know he hates you, not because you don't have a wolf but instead you're a rouge. His experience with rouges was a bit...bad." Nico heaved a deep sigh. "Not every rouge is bad." I mumbled, inwardly, but by the menacing look Lazarus gave me, I knew he'd heard it.

"I'll leave you to rest. Take care, Ilaria." Nico stood up and walked out with Lazarus following behind.

My lungs expanded and I blew out a puff of air.

Acting strong was difficult because I was meant to be weak and low.

"Even more worse than me? I bet not." I scoffed in the silence.

The life I lived was way more worse than these people facing other situations. Abuse, torture, starvation, dark attics, whips and much more. And you know the best part? the Alpha---my stepfather loved to see me wither in pain. When I desperately scr
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