Killian POVShe looks breathtaking lying there beside me, her hair still tangled from sleep, her skin marked where my hands gripped too tightly the night before. And still, she looks at me like she’s waiting for me to fail her all over again. I know she doesn’t believe me, not yet. But I’ll change that. I have to.Her voice breaks the silence.“Why does my mother hate me so much?”The question hits harder than I expect. I stare at her, caught off guard. “Your mother loves you,” I say automatically, the words more habit than truth.She looks at me like I’m a fool. Like she’s tired of hearing the same lies over and over.“How can you say that, Killian?” Her voice isn’t sharp, it’s tired and hollow. “My mother saw me as a burden. Nothing but a weakness. Something to control, to use.”I open my mouth, searching for some kind of answer, but she keeps going.“I remember,” she says quietly, her gaze dropping to the sheets between us. “I remember when I first moved in at the pack. I remember y
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