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Chapter 21— Memories Are Cruel Things.

Chapter 21— Memories Are Cruel Things.KYRAI jolted awake, my body trembling so violently that for a second I thought the earth itself was shaking. My breath came out in short, frantic gasps, chest heaving as I clutched at the sheets tangled around my legs. Sweat slicked over my skin, the room spinning in and out of focus as I fought to catch my breath. It had been years since Ethan’s death. Years since I held his cold, lifeless body and screamed, cried desperately to the Moon Goddess to bring my brother back. Years since I buried that memory in the farthest, darkest corner of my mind where I thought it would stay. Until tonight. And I didn’t even know what had triggered it. Was it that nostalgic feeling I felt during the convention? Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, blurring the ceiling above me. My throat burned as I swallowed a sob that threatened to rip me apart. For so long, I’d forced myself not to think about that night. Not to remember the last time I saw his fac

Chapter 22— Too Desperate For Company.

Chapter 22— Too Desperate For Company.KYRAThere was a room with its door slightly ajar, a faint light flickering from within. My heart hammered yet something about it drew me in. Maybe it was the stillness. Or maybe it was the fact that I didn’t want to go back to the quiet darkness of my room to be reminded of the memories that seemed to haunt me.I hesitated at the threshold, then stepped inside. The first thing I saw was a piano.It sat in the center of the room, elegant, its black surface catching the flicker of the crystal chandeliers above. My breath caught. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at it.It was beautiful. And for the first time in years, my fingers itched to play.My chest tightened. I hadn’t played since Ethan’s death. I couldn’t. Every note reminded me of him, of how he’d sat beside me on the stool, gently guiding my fingers across the keys. He’d been a patient tutor. His eyes shone with pride whenever I hit a key correctly.“Not too fast, Kyra,” he’d l

Chapter 23— The service game.

Chapter 23— The service game.KYRA“Rise and shine, Princess.” The snicker made me stir but it was the icy water raining down on me that woke me right the hell up.“What the hell…?!” My shout came out half-choked as I struggled to breathe against the stream of freezing cold water on my face.Callie stood above me, arms crossed, that stupid, annoying, smug look tugging at her lips. Beside her was one of the girls who’d been bullying Maddy yesterday, holding an empty bucket with water still dripping from its rim.“Well,” Callie said in a sickly sweet voice, “since you’re clearly too lazy to wake up on time, I thought I’d help.”I blinked, my soaked hair plastered against my cheeks, my mind scrambling to make sense of her words. “It’s not even—”Her voice cut me off. “Oh, didn’t Amanda tell you? Those on the lists are expected to be up earlier than anyone else.”I gritted my teeth, counted from ten backwards to keep myself from lashing out. “It’s not even six yet,” I spat, unable to keep

Chapter 24— Humiliation Dressed In Entertainment.

Chapter 24— Humiliation Dressed In Entertainment. KYRA “You!” Eric pointed, his eyes landing on Maddy. “I’ll have fun with you today, sweetheart.” He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, staring at her with that sleazy, perverted look that told me exactly what idiotic ideas were bouncing around in his empty skull. Maddy stiffened. Her eyes widened as they darted around searching for an exit as if it were possible to escape this. Her fingers shook as she took one hesitant step forward slow enough that even a snail would’ve won the race if they were both in a race game. “Come sit,” Eric grinned, patting his lap like he was some kind of discount Santa. The smug bastard even wiggled his brows. Was he expecting her to squeal in excitement or be flattered that he invited her— scratch that, practically ordered her to sit on his lap? Maddy froze again, like a deer spotting headlights and realizing the car was being driven by a drunk, in this case Eric. Hell, even sober he’d

Chapter 25— His Prisoner, His Spectacle.

Chapter 25— His Prisoner, His Spectacle.KYRATristan stormed in like someone had lit his veins on fire. Rage rolling off him in thick, hot swirls. I couldn’t tell if it was meant for me, because somehow everything always circled back to being my fault.He got close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes fell on me, and his mouth tightened, then he looked away and turned to Callie whose confident posture was betrayed by the tremble in her fingers.“What the hell is going on here, Callie?” He growled. Callie flinched, almost slightly but it didn’t miss my eyes. She swallowed, and lifted her chin looking at Tristan with all confidence as if she was unfazed.“Alpha Eric demanded an apology after being disrespected by the Ferguson bitch.” She flicked her eyes at me. “this is her way of offering it. That’s all.”That’s all? As if that justified the disgusting game she created. As if that excused the humiliation. As if I deserved to be made a spectacle of.Wh

Chapter 26— The dignity that you stripped.

Chapter 26— The dignity that you stripped.TRISTANI swallowed forcefully, my jaw still locked from how hard I was clenching it. I couldn’t explain why seeing Leon that way with the Ferguson princess had fueled a rage in me.But it had.Fuck! It had me seeing red.The moment I turned after scolding Callie and saw Leon leading Kyra away like some knights in fucking armor made my blood boiled so fast I felt heat crawl up my face.I waited until I was sure that Leon was out of earshot before I turned to Kyra. “I’m… I’m sorry.” The words came out rough, scraping up my throat.She straightened, her shoulders stiff, yet lifted in that prideful way even though I could see the fatigue in her stance. Her red, swollen eyes lifted to mine in a stare so flat she might as well have spat in my face. She had wiped most of her tears but the traces were still there. The sight made something in my chest twist. “Well then, if that’s all…” she drawled, in a robotic tone. “Then I will be taking my leave

CHAPTER 27— The Last Real Piece Of Home.

CHAPTER 27— The Last Real Piece Of Home.KYRAI didn’t stop walking until the noise of the pack house faded behind me. I could still feel the laughter, the whispers burning into my skin, so I pushed deeper into the woods. Tristan had apologized like he really meant it. Like he wasn't the reason any of this happened, like he hadn’t been the one to give the command, and yet still had the audacity to look pained by the aftermath.I hated him. I hated how my traitorous heart had reacted when he apologized. I hated that a part of me had wanted to believe him so badly.I choked on a breath. No. It was just the stupid bond reacting.I didn't know how long I had walked before my legs gave out. I collapsed beneath a tree, hidden enough that no one would even see me if they came searching. And the place was quiet, mercifully so. I slid down the rough bark, letting my head fall back against it as the cold wind stung my face, but it was nothing compared to the memory clawing at me. The humili

CHAPTER 28— Might Come In Grandeur.

CHAPTER 28— Might Come In Grandeur.KYRA I sucked in a sharp breath and jerked my hand back, the blade slipping from my fingers and landing in the dirt. When I looked up, I found myself staring into familiar brown eyes.The sharp-eyed female, whose name I still didn’t know, stood over me, breathing slightly harder than usual, as though she had been running. Her lips were pressed into a hard line as she looked from the blade to my face. Her expression was unreadable, but I could see the sharp flicker of something crossing her features.Her fingers were still wrapped around my wrist, as if she was trying to stop me from reaching for the knife. “Will you,” I rasped, swallowing hard. “Let go?”“Absolutely not.” she snapped. She bent, picked up the locket and snapped it closed with her free hand. “For all the fights you’ve put up,” She said flatly, “This surely has to be the most pathetic way to go.” Shame burned through me so fast I felt slightly dizzy. “What does it matter to you?” I

CHAPTER 29— Public Opinion.

CHAPTER 29— Public Opinion.TRISTANI resisted the urge to rub at my temples as the Elders droned on. Callie had barely made it out of pack grounds when Kallum informed me they wanted an audience. The moment I heard his words, I knew at that moment what this was about. I could almost taste their disapproval before I stepped into the room.Their eyes tracked me like I was a delinquent pup who was brought in for a summons. And that was what this was. I didn’t even get to sit before they started dramatically shaking their heads. “Please have a seat, Alpha Tristan. We have a lot to address.” Elder Corvin spoke.Of course, we did. Elder Corvin has never been fond of me and everything that has been happening has proved him right in all his protests.“We don’t seem to understand you, and what is going on in the pack anymore, Alpha Tristan.” And here we go. “Elder Corvin…”“…Yes.” Elder Theron supported, before I had the chance to even continue. “First, you captured the Ferguson princess a

CHAPTER 30— The Other Side Of The Story.

CHAPTER 30— The Other Side Of The Story.TRISTANThe walls slammed open so hard the walls practically shook, and I paused mid thoughts. I jerked toward the entrance just as Myla stormed inside, her entire body trembling. Kallum was right behind her, trying to stop her, but she shrugged him off. Clearly he must have been on this for a while now due to how breathless he looked.“Myla,” I frowned as she approached me. “What’s wrong with—”“You need to stop this!” She spat as she stopped directly in front of me, chest heaving.I blinked, confused. “Stop what?”“Whatever you’re doing to that poor girl, Tristan!” her voice cracked and her eyes glistened with tears. She ran her fingers through her hair. “Goddess… she almost killed herself. And I would have been forced to witness it if I hadn't stopped her. If you hadn’t ordered me watching her, then no one would have been there to save her.”Air left my lungs like someone had punched it out of me. Kyra had tried to kill herself. She wanted

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