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Kimberley's POVWhen I received a message from Velvet that I was summoned to the pack house after work, I could already feel my mood getting more sour by the moment. There were two people who would call me there: either Clara or, worst, Vaelor.I have gone through a great deal of effort to avoid him, and it really wasn't amounting to anything if he was just going to summon me anyways. I grinded my teeth behind my mask when Velvet told me and I could feel my annoyance building up. What was the point of him pretending to care about my opinion when he was just going to ignore it every single chance that he got?Despite my own personal reservations, it didn't change that I still had to go. Every time I thought about resisting this—of reminding myself that maybe I could get myself out of this—I remembered my triplets. If I decided to run away with them, it would be flagged as kidnapping of minors and I would never see them again. The Elders were vicious people; that's also something I knew

Kimberley’s POVThings can’t get worse. That’s what I’m always telling myself over and over again, but somehow I seem to be proven wrong each time.A perfect exhibit of that was waiting for me at home. By some miracle, I had made it home early—at least early enough compared to my usual hours—and I was hoping that I would be able to read my kids their bedtime stories. But someone had beat me to it, and it was the last person I ever imagined with them."...And then, kids, the princess and the prince lived happily ever after when the evil witch was banished from the land."Seeing one of the pillars of my ruin reading my kids a story must have been something straight out of a nightmare for anyone else, but it was a stark reality for me. She had her legs crossed, and my kids sat on the floor listening with rapt attention. Standing at the doorside was a stiff looking guard, probably one that came around with her because she was the Luna and still needed protection.She had already noticed m

Chapter 25: Kimberley’s POVThere was so much genuine shock in his eyes, as if he could not wrap his head around why he was actually ruining my life—as though it was some kind of mystery he couldn't quite solve."What do you want me to do?" I asked him.I thought of Clara in my home. I had spoken to Martha after she put the kids to bed and Clara left. Martha told me that after the identity of Clara being the Luna was confirmed, there was no way she could refuse her entry, and I couldn’t blame her for that. But I told her that this would be a strike for her, because I could not leave my children in the care of someone who would possibly put them in harm’s way.I understood enough that Martha had likely been easily influenced by Clara using her position like a weapon. It was clear what she came to do tonight in my home; temporary or not, she was coming to tell me that it was still her territory. She was probably getting info from somebody in the hospital; that’s how she found out ab

Vaelor’s POV"Let’s meet up tonight. You know the place."When I saw the text light up my screen, I thought it might have been a trick of the eye. I kept staring at my burner phone, thinking that the message would somehow disappear, but it remained there, and my heart pumped hard against my ribs. I shoved the burner phone between my suits as Clara entered my walk-in closet.She had been in a bad mood all afternoon, but she had gone out recently and came back all smiles. It was a little off-putting for me because the only time Clara was really smiling was when she had a new purchase under her belt. So far, I had been keeping her allowance under lock and key, so I didn’t know what would cause her to be grinning so much—unless there was another reason for her happiness."It looks like something has you in a good mood," I said, carefully broaching the subject.She was like a time bomb, except I never knew the time, and she was always ready to erupt at any given chance. She looked at me, s

Kimberley’s POVThere was so much genuine shock in his eyes, as if he could not wrap his head around why he was actually ruining my life—as though it was some kind of mystery he couldn't quite solve."What do you want me to do?" I asked him.I thought of Clara in my home. I had spoken to Martha after she put the kids to bed and Clara left. Martha told me that after the identity of Clara being the Luna was confirmed, there was no way she could refuse her entry, and I couldn’t blame her for that. But I told her that this would be a strike for her, because I could not leave my children in the care of someone who would possibly put them in harm’s way.I understood enough that Martha had likely been easily influenced by Clara using her position like a weapon. It was clear what she came to do tonight in my home; temporary or not, she was coming to tell me that it was still her territory. She was probably getting info from somebody in the hospital; that’s how she found out about what he did.