The next morning was an exercise in humiliation.I woke up alone, Liam having left before dawn again. My body ached, a pleasant, heavy soreness that spoke of the night before. But when I looked in the mirror, I groaned.The bite mark on my neck—the anchor he had placed there to settle the bond—was angry, red, and impossible to hide. Even with a high-collared flannel shirt buttoned to my chin, the bruise peeked out like a neon sign saying CLAIMED.I walked down to the dining hall, keeping my head down.The chatter stopped the moment I entered. Fifty wolves fell silent. Eyes darted to my neck, then quickly away.I grabbed a piece of toast and sat next to Jack."Don't say a word," I warned.Jack took one look at my neck, his face turning a brilliant, tomato red. He choked on his coffee, coughing violently, and turned his entire body away from me, staring resolutely at the wall."You're making it worse," I hissed, kicking him under the table."I can't look at you," he wheezed. "It feels d
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