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VIKTOR'S POV “You're using her?”I frowned, blinking away the exhaustion threatening to overcome me again as I slowly pushed myself up, balancing my weight on elbows.“That's why you're sorry right?” Zoya asked.I swallowed, shaking my head. “I'm sorry for the disappointment you feel, Zoya. But you are wrong about why I am with Kari.”Zoya stopped pacing and looked down at me, her expression turning suddenly patronizing, as if she were a mother trying to explain a simple task to a slow-witted child.She reached out, her long fingers hovering near my hair, though she didn't touch me this time.“Oh, Viktor. My poor, confused love,” she cooed, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness. “I know that's why you did it. You were lonely.” She smiled at me, her eyes glittering with tears.“You were hurting so much over my death that you grabbed the first shiny thing you saw just to numb the ache.”“No,” I growled, but I might as well not have spoken because Zoya went on…in the same patronis

VIKTOR'S POV The old woman walked over, carrying a wooden bowl of steaming porridge. Then she sat on a low stool beside me.“They call me Armada, High Priestess of the Goddess of the Creeks. The water told me of a dying wolf with a prayer on his lips.”She smiled, “it’s rare to see one refuse his own death by praying against it, but also willing to tear his own wounded body apart to shift just to stay alive for the one he loves.”The priestess blew on a spoonful of the porridge and held it to my lips. I ate, the warmth blooming in my stomach. I wanted to ask her how long it was from where I'd fallen. And how she'd managed to bring me to her hut. But the porridge tasted so good, I couldn't pause to ask.I ate until the warmth spread through me, bringing a strength I thought I’d lost forever.“Is it too late?” I finally asked, my voice trembling.”“Is what too late, alpha?” Armada asked gently.“I'm no alpha,” I shook my head.She scoffed, “you might not have been born an alpha, but

INDIRA'S POV Kari blinked at me, once, then erupted in a fit of amused laughter.It was quite a surprising reaction to a question I thought would trigger her into lashing out.I enjoyed bringing out the worst in her. I enjoyed watching her shed off the “kind dove” act. All my life I'd been compared to that, I'd been seen as the evil to her good.She and Bianca were always the good ones. “Kari the lovely.” The name she'd earned with her doe eyes, soft voice and manners.I enjoyed destroying that, and proving that she was just as bad as me.But right then, watching her laugh at me and my efforts to provoke her, I felt anger stirring deep in my gut.“Oh dear,” Kari wiped at the tears beaded on her waterline. “You really haven't changed, Kari.”I swallowed the knot of emotions lodged in my throat and forced my shoulders to move up and down. “What is there to change about me? I'm quite perfect, don't you agree?”“I sincerely don't,” Kari replied, shaking her head.“But your confidence in

KARI'S POV“I treat you like a queen, Kari,” Titan replied, his hand finally settling on mine. “I was a bit harsh in the beginning and I blame my lack of patience, I apologize for hitting you and trying to force myself on you.”I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut at the rush of memories from that night.“I don't want to be a queen,” I drawled vindictively. I peeled my eyes open and stared him directly in the eye as I let a single tear track down my cheek.“I am begging you. If you truly care for me, if I have ever meant anything other than an ego prize and an after-thought... let me go. Let me go back to my husband and my pack. Let me go back to my sister.”The air in the room seemed to tip downwards until I could almost taste the frost. The warmth in Titan’s eyes didn't just fade; it died. And it was replaced by a cold, glassy hardness that made him look almost evil.“You amused me,” Titan muttered dryly, with no ounce of amusement in his voice, as he pulled his hand back like

KARI'S POV The steam had long since vanished from the air, leaving the copper tub filled with a grey, tepid soup that made my skin prickle with goosebumps whenever a chill rolled down my spine.I huddled low, the water lapping just beneath my collarbone, my knees tucked tightly against my chest. Every muscle in my body was taut, like a bowstring pulled to the point of snapping.“Carol you…I can dress myself just fine, you can just help in the kitchen.”Across the bedchamber, my maid paused the folk tune she was humming while rifling through the ceder wardrobe, her movements making the hangers clatter like skeletal fingers.“Have I done something wrong, Mi'lady?” She asked softly, her brows drawn together.“No…not at all, I just…” I sighed, feeling a knot forming in my throat. “Oh, Lady Kari,” the maid sudden cooed, “I simply cannot thank you enough.”She pulled out a gown of heavy brocade and shook it out. “My mother hasn't stopped talking about our visit. She says you have the hea