Lyra’s POV The day my mate was meant to claim me, my stepmother forced burning soup down my throat. She grabbed my mouth, forcing it open as she shoved the burning soup down my throat. The content spilled across my face, into my eyes, and nose. The heat burned my mouth badly. It wasn’t a false alarm, the soup was extremely spicy. I couldn't breathe through either my mouth or my nose. My throat was burning from the sting and the spice. Despite all my struggles, the guard strongly held me down. Some portion of the soup got into my eyes, and I screamed, but no sound came out. Instead, the soup burbled. When she finally released me, I fell to the ground, trying to catch my breath. My eyes burned, my lips stung, and my face throbbed. I looked towards my father, hoping he would do something, anything at all about this cruelty. But he didn’t. My own father didn’t even look at me, but instead, he handed Jenny a glass of water, his voice soft with concern. “Here, drink this, you will
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