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The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 32 The Fact of a Tool.
I didn't sleep.The moon, my only witness, carved a slow, cold path across the stone floor, and I watched it. I watched the silver light creep from the door to the foot of my bed, and I watched it retreat.When Ares left, he hadn’t just left me alone. He’d left me with the truth. It was a physical thing, a block of ice that had replaced my heart, my lungs, my stomach. It was cold, and it was heavy, and it was the only thing I had.I was a tool.I was a fact.The words echoed, not with the fiery rage of before, but with the hollow, final thud of a cell door slamming shut.I didn't cry. I didn't pace. I just sat. I sat in the cocoon of blankets I had wrapped around myself, my back pressed to the cold headboard, and I... accepted it.Tiana had used my love.Greta had used my hope.Ares had used my pain.It was the same story, just a different monster. And I was tired. I was so, so tired of being the fool.So I wouldn't be. Not anymore.A tool doesn't hope. A tool doesn't love.
The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 31 A Fact and a Tool.
Kael didn't just escort me. He deposited me.The instant we were inside my room, his hand let go of my arm as if it were on fire. He didn't look at me. He just stepped back, his duty fulfilled, and pulled the door shut. The simple, heavy thud of the wood and the click of the latch felt more final than any iron bar.The silence that fell was a living, breathing thing. It was a cold, heavy blanket, smothering the echoes of the pack's roars and the memory of that sound.My body was a single, vibrating string of revulsion. The smell of my own sick, sharp and acidic, hit me, and my stomach heaved again. I doubled over, my new, strong, healed body betraying me, but there was nothing left. Just dry, racking, empty coughs that tore at my throat."Miss... Oh, Goddess, Miss..."I had forgotten Wendy.She was huddled by the wardrobe, her hands over her mouth, her eyes as wide and white as the moon. She was staring at me, at the stain on the front of Quinn's beautiful green tunic.She looked horr
The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 30 The cleansing.
My hand was frozen, clutching the dark green wool.The fabric was soft. Heavy. Expensive. It was the tunic of a high-born woman, not a prisoner.And it was a costume."Miss...?" Wendy’s voice was a thin, terrified thread in the silence. "You… you don't have to go. You're not… you're not well. The Alpha said… he said you weren't to be disturbed."I let go of the tunic, my hand dropping to my side. "That was an order for before, Wendy. Before I was healed."I turned, my new, silvered scars hidden beneath the bandages. "This… this is a summons.""But… it's… it's a savage thing, Miss! A public… you shouldn't… you shouldn't have to see it!"A cold, bitter laugh, so dry it hurt my throat, escaped me. "He saved me from it, Wendy. He didn't save me from it. He just… changed the target."I was the guest of honor at the execution I was supposed to star in. The sickness of it, the cold, brutal transaction, rose in my throat. I was healed, fed, and now, I was being dressed.I pulled off the simp
The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 29 The Silvered Scars.
I woke up because the sun was in my eyes.That was it.No jolt of fire. No grinding glass in my shoulder. No white-hot wires pulling at my spine.Just... light. A warm, heavy, buttery-yellow sunlight, pouring through the window I hadn't been allowed to open, landing right on my face.My first thought, fuzzy and thick from the draught, was that I was dead. This had to be the afterlife. A warm, quiet room. No pain.My second thought was that I was breathing.Slowly, my senses came back. The air smelled different. Not of stale sweat and fear, but of lavender. And the balm. That deep, musky, pine-sap scent.The bed was soft.My body.I held my breath.I was lying on my back. On my back. The position that, for weeks, had been a fantasy of torment.And it was fine.My heart started to pound, a slow, heavy, thump-thump-thump.Slowly, so slowly I barely moved, I pushed. I planted my hands on the mattress and pushed myself up.I didn't scream.I didn't wince.My body obeyed.I sat up, the thic
The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 28 The Asset and the Balm.
I didn't walk out of the Council Chamber. I was escorted.Kael’s hand was a firm, grounding weight on my arm. He wasn't just touching me; he was holding me up. The second the door to the chamber thudded shut behind us, the last bit of manufactured, spite-fueled strength I'd used to stand before the Elders evaporated.My legs buckled.Kael caught me before I could fall, his grip like a steel band. He didn't say a word, just adjusted, taking more of my weight. I leaned into him, my body a dead weight, my head hanging. The fight was over, and the adrenaline was gone, leaving nothing but a vast, hollow, screaming agony.I was a wreck. A shivering, broken, nauseous thing."It's... over," I mumbled, the words thick on my tongue."It's over, Miss," Kael's voice rumbled, close to my ear. He was all business, but there was a new... something... in his voice. It wasn't pity. It was... deeper. The shared knowledge of what we'd both seen. The truth on my back. The madness in Quinn's eyes."T
The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan Ch: 27 The Judgment and the Game Master.
Kael didn't take me back to my room.He led me to a small, windowless antechamber just down the hall, furnished with nothing but a single wooden bench and a flickering candle sconce. He opened the door, gestured me inside, and I went, my legs moving on autopilot.The door closed. The heavy thud of the lock sliding into place echoed in the tiny space.I was alone. And the instant I was, the invisible strings holding me up were cut.My knees gave out. I didn't so much sit as collapse onto the hard bench, the Pack Law book sliding from my numb fingers and hitting the stone floor with a dull whump.I'd done it. I'd survived.No.It wasn't over.I'd just... presented my case. Now, the five old wolves in the next room were deciding whether my "compelling truth" was worth more than the political power of a High Luna.I leaned my head back, the cool, rough-cut stone of the wall a small comfort. My whole body was shaking. Not a shiver from the cold, but a deep, cellular, bone-deep trem
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