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Chapter 8

Author: Delight J
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-26 15:11:21

LESSIE

The morning started with a silence that felt heavier than usual.

For weeks, Dante had been my shadow, guiding me, correcting me, watching me like I was both a dangerous weapon and something far too fragile.

But now he has. “important matters,” as he called them, matters that made him cancel our training and hand me off to someone else.

A Beta.

I tried to pretend it didn’t sting, but it did. It stung like rejection.

So, I dressed anyway, tying my hair into a messy knot, sliding into my training clothes, and forcing myself to walk out of Dante’s house.

My boots slapped against the pavement as I cut across the old stone paths leading toward the training grounds.

I’d barely made it halfway when the feeling prickled over me, the unmistakable sensation of being watched.

I stopped.

Turned.

Nothing but darkness in the narrow alley I’d just passed.

“Get a grip, Lessie,” I whispered under my breath, shaking off the shiver running down my spine.

But the moment I turned forward again,
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