I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the fresh mark on Callum's neck. Five years ago, that same spot had still carried my mark.All those years, I helped him build the pack from nothing. I treated his warriors' injuries, planned his territorial expansion, and strategized for him in meetings. I thought if I was good enough, useful enough, he would eventually go public with my identity.He never did.But now Vivienne had gotten all of it so effortlessly."Sera," Morgan appeared beside me at some point and whispered, "You okay? You don't look so good…""I'm fine." I set down my knife and fork.Behind me came the sound of Vivienne's laughter and the flattery of other she-wolves.Vivienne sat down beside Callum.The two of them accepted congratulations from the pack representatives, shoulder to shoulder.She was poised and graceful, raising her glass from table to table, every word perfectly measured, every smile exactly right—within minutes, the entire room was singing her praises.They
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