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Madison’s POV"What does it matter? It's just a wedding dress and a ring. Give them to your sister Zoey, you can use other things. Don't forget that everything you have was always meant to be hers, including your mate. This is what you owe her."That’s what my father said to me just before my wedding.I have no doubt that if Dylan weren’t my mate, my father would’ve made me hand him over to Zoey too—all because they believe I’m the reason Zoey lost her wolf. And in their eyes, every good thing in my life should rightfully be hers.Despite all the terrible things she's done to me, I've never done any of that to her. No one believes me but Dylan.My father, the pack Beta, always favors Zoey, and the pack follow his lead, viewing me as the black sheep. There was a time when he was a good father to me. But that was before he returned with his new mate and their two-year-old daughter just days after my mother's death.At first, he tried to include me, but under the constant influence of my

Madison’s POVI can’t stop staring at my reflection.The girl in the mirror isn’t me. Her eyes are hollow, rimmed red from tears she doesn’t remember shedding. Her hair hangs limp against her cheeks, strands clinging to damp skin. But it isn’t her face that makes my stomach twist—it’s the mark glowing faintly on her neck.Gold. Not the soft silver I’ve carried since Dylan first touched me, not the symbol that tied us together before the goddess and our pack. This one is alive, pulsing faintly as if it’s breathing with me.I press trembling fingers against it, willing the glow to vanish, but the warmth seeps through my skin as if mocking me.I've never heard of the mark from fated mate being overwritten by another's. I was supposed to be mated officially soon, with my mark from Dylan as proof of our bond. Now, everything is different.This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.Madison.The sound of Dylan’s voice crashing through the mindlink nearly sends me to my knees. I stagger agains

Madison’s POVMy father tries again. His hand hovers above my mark, his jaw set like stone, determination sparking in his eyes. For a fleeting second, I almost pity him. He truly believes he can force something from me that was never his to claim.The moment his skin brushes the glowing gold, the air snaps. His face twists, and he jerks away with a hiss, clutching his hand as if I’d pressed a hot brand against him.Zoey gasps, stumbling back. My stepmother narrows her eyes. “It must be some trick,” she whispers, though I hear the tremor beneath her smooth tone.“Then you try,” my father growls.For once, Zoey doesn’t hesitate. She reaches forward, but the instant her fingers graze my skin, the same flash sears the air. She cries out, flinching away, shaking her hand furiously.“You did this on purpose!” she spits at me, her voice shrill.“Me?” My voice wavers, equal parts fury and despair. “Do you think I could actually defeat a Beta?” I press a hand over the mark, feeling its steady

Madison’s POVAustin’s eyes scan over my body with unveiled interest. There’s no walls up with him. He just lets his desire be known. It’s almost… refreshing.I shake myself out of it. It’s the mark pull… that’s all.“I came here for this,” I say, yanking the collar of my shirt down to reveal the golden mark. His mark.He smiles when he sees it, his eyes going a bit feral. “It looks good on you.”I release the fabric, my hands curling to fists at my sides. “I need you to remove it.That smile falters. “And why would I do a silly thing like that?”“Because I never consented to it in the first place! Because it’s replaced my real mate mark with Dylan, who - thank the goddess - hasn’t noticed yet!”He closes the distance between us and catches my arm before I can stumble back. His warm fingers dip under my shirt collar, circling the mark like a tease, and I hate the way my knees tremble with electric desire as he does it. “I never forced this on you. You begged me for it, over and over a

Madison’s POVFury surges through me, hot and uncontrollable, as I shove the office door open.The hinges slam against the wall with a bang that rattles the shelves inside, and suddenly I’m standing there—staring, frozen, my worst fear made flesh before my eyes.Dylan.And Zoey.Together.Zoey’s smug little smirk is the first thing I see, curled on her lips as if she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Dylan looks startled, guilt flashing across his handsome face as he scrambles to pull himself upright.For a heartbeat, I can’t breathe. My chest squeezes so tight I think my ribs will crack. The man I have loved so deeply—the one I promised my heart, my trust, my future—and the half-sister who has tormented me since childhood?It’s like some cruel joke the universe is playing, and the punchline is me.“Madison—wait, it’s not what you think,” Dylan blurts, his hands raised as if he can somehow erase what I’ve just seen.I laugh, sharp and broken, though it comes out more like a sob. “