VeraThey dragged me through the palace halls in chains like I was already dead, and the worst part was how much the pack loved the show. My bare feet scraped against the cold marble, leaving faint streaks of dirt and dried blood. Every step sent the silver cuffs biting deeper into my wrists. Hundreds of eyes followed me—wolves lining both sides of the corridor, whispering, growling, some even smiling like it was Christmas morning. I could smell it all: the sharp tang of bloodlust, the sour edge of judgment, and underneath everything, that faint sweet warmth coming off my own skin. My pregnancy scent. Please, I thought, don’t let them catch it. Not here. Not yet.A woman near the front spat on the floor as I passed. “Poisoning bitch.”“Hope the Alpha rips your throat out himself,” someone else muttered louder.I kept my chin up, even though my legs felt like water. Sarcasm was the only weapon I had left. “Careful,” I called back, voice rough from days in the dungeon. “Keep talking lik
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