(Elara's POV)I stood in James Foster's sleek, modern kitchen, methodically chopping vegetables with practiced precision. The knife felt heavy in my hand, each slice a reminder of my current predicament.Emily, my wolf, whimpered softly inside me. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing I'd never been born."If I hadn't existed," I whispered to myself, "Isabella would have grown up with her real family. She wouldn't have suffered as an omega."The thought was a familiar one, worn smooth like a river stone from years of turning it over in my mind.Behind me, I felt James enter the kitchen. His wolf's presence filled the space immediately, making Emily retreat further within me. I didn't turn around."Dinner will be ready soon," I said, keeping my voice neutral as I continued chopping.James leaned against the doorframe, watching me. I could feel his eyes tracing my movements, studying me as if I were a puzzle he couldn't quite solve."You're beautiful when you cook," he c
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