Melissa. Caleb’s voice tore through the crowd, “You are our mate!” The word mate did not come with awe or reverence. It came wrapped in a growl, heavy with contempt. He stepped forward as he said it, boots striking the ground with purpose, his eyes locking onto mine, not with recognition, not with longing, but with naked disgust, as though the bond itself offended him. Before I could even breathe, Cypril scoffed. “How hilarious, brothers,” he said, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “This weak thing was mated to us.” His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately, as if measuring how unworthy I was. Then he laughed, sharp and mocking. “Does the Moon Goddess take us as a joke?” His glare cut deep, pinning me in place. It felt like every flaw I’d ever had was suddenly visible, magnified beneath his stare. My chest tightened as my eyes flicked from one face to the next—Cain, Cypril, Caleb, the others—each expression reflecting the same emotion. Revulsion. Disbelief. Shame… f
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