Molly’s POVThe silence that followed the slap was more deafening than the sound itself. My cheek throbbed with a rhythmic, burning heat, but the ache in my soul was a hollow, freezing void. I leaned my head against the cool wood of the door, eyes squeezed shut, trying to swallow the sob that threatened to tear its way out of my throat. My wolf was silent now, curled into a ball of wounded misery, mourning the connection that had been so close to blooming only to be crushed under the weight of his pride. He didn't want a mate; he wanted a fuck pet. He wanted the instinct, the heat, and the submission, but he didn't want the soul attached to it. The realization felt like a physical weight on my lungs, making every breath a shallow, difficult struggle.The heavy silence was broken by the sudden, thunderous sound of footsteps in the hallway. The bell had rung, and the period was starting. A flood of students began rushing toward the classroom, their voices a chaotic hum of chatter and
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