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~Hyera~I turn back and forth, unable to shut my mind off or think about anything else. I take another deep breath, for what feels like the hundredth time since he left. I shouldn’t be this restless, I shouldn’t be… but my nerves are frayed, stretched too tight. And I’m still in awe of the Alpha’s confession. “I… I love you, Silver.” The words keep slamming into my head like a beat I can’t silence. I could tell myself it’s a lie, that maybe he doesn’t understand what he’s feeling and just calls it love. But the look in his eyes, the emotion in his voice… it was too real. I can’t deny it. But why? Why me? He’s Atlas Lawson, the most powerful Alpha, born to a white and black wolf. I know I’m special in my own ways, but how could he fall in love with me? “Maybe because he finally sees you,” my wolf’s voice cuts through my thoughts, making me jolt upright in bed. Sunlight slips through the curtains and falls across my face. It’s already morning. I stare at the light in disbeli

My fists clench at my sides, fingers digging into flesh. My jaw locks, blood boiling with rage as I recall everything Mother and I had to endure at their hands. As if forcing us into servitude was not enough, they banished us from the pack for a mistake destiny made. And if they hadn’t done that, those bastards in white wouldn’t have gotten to us. They wouldn’t have been able to separate us. What they are going through now is nothing compared to what I will make them suffer. They shall never be the same again. They shall live the rest of their miserable, pathetic lives in pain and regret. A wicked smirk spreads across my face. It was bound to happen. They were meant to come to me, and it is good they came at this time. I am no longer the Hyera they rejected and discarded. Today, I stand reborn, with a name and power earned— not given. He bangs the door repeatedly. “Silver, if you don’t open the door I’ll break it down!” Atlas warns, his voice calm but laced with anger. He

The men are weak on the ground, their wolves already unconscious. They have suffered great injuries and blood loss from the torture, yet it does nothing to ease her heart. It is at this moment Hyera realizes that even if she killed them, it would do nothing to erase the pain and trauma they had put her through. “I, Hyera Avil, reject you bastards as my mate!” she chants the rejection again. Through pain and trembling breaths, they weakly accept the rejection. But the bond, just like before, does not break. “Fuck it!” she yells, lifting them into the air and slamming them down against the ground. They let out weak shrieks, their bodies trembling in pain. “You will get nothing from killing them,” Lucy’s voice cuts through the chaos. She turns to Atlas. “Will you just stand there and watch your wife murder them?” Atlas shrugs, his lips curling into a smirk. “I’m just being a supportive husband, mother.” Lucy shakes her head, walking to Hyera. “My dear,” she says softly,

Hyera is restless, unable to sleep. She had promised herself she wouldn’t rest until she faced Atlas. Guilt and confusion consume her, making it impossible to focus. A knock jolts her from her thoughts. Her heart softens at the idea that it might be Atlas. She rushes to the door, but the moment her eyes land on Phil, her jaw clenches in fury. “What are you doing here?!” she demands, fists tight. “Hyera… please… give me a chance to speak to you!” he pleads, stepping inside. “Get out before I lose it!” she yells, her voice trembling with rage. “I want you, Hyera!” he cries, his eyes burning with desire. “I can fill you… we can fill you!” Her eyes widen, fury blazing. “If you give us another chance, we will erase all the pain and sorrow we caused!” She fights the urge to kill him as she stares at him in disgust. “Let me love you! I love you more than anyone, more than anything…” “I will kill you!” she screams. “Hyera, please… I love you and I want to claim you tonig

His lips turn up. He doesn’t feel any pity for her and couldn’t care less if she killed herself. But he isn’t done yet. He had promised to have all his enemies at his mercy and be the master of their lives—so who does she think she is to make a decision for her own life? “Fine,” he mutters casually. “You will get the cleaning job.” Happiness washes over her instantly, relief flooding her chest. “You will clean servants’ rooms… especially their bathrooms. You will do laundry for the guards and servants. You will cook their meals and make sure they are comfortable.” Her chest tightens, bitterness filling her heart. But she doesn’t complain. She is grateful to have been considered at all. He turns to leave, then stops in his tracks. “The Academy is not free. You have to work day and night to earn money for it.” “She has to study too,” Helen adds with a smirk. “And it’s not easy.” He nods in agreement. “You will work hard to get a second chance at life, Cynthy. Otherwise, yo