SERENA’S POVI stood in Damon’s study, my cheek still stinging from the force of Ivy’s slap, and I could feel the heat of humiliation spreading across my face like wildfire. My hand was pressed against my skin, and I could already feel the redness blooming beneath my fingers. She had hit me. Ivy had actually hit me. In front of the lawyer, in front of Tara, in front of Damon. And he had done nothing to stop her.I could not believe it. I could not believe she had the audacity to walk into my home, my territory, and strike me like I was nothing. Like I was beneath her. Like I had not already won. I had taken her husband, her home, her son, her place in this pack. And yet she still thought she could defeat me.I watched the argument between Ivy and Damon unfold, my mind filled with rage and humiliation. Ivy’s voice was cold and steady, which cut through the room like a blade. “Every time you refuse me, I will hit her. Every time you deny me what I deserve, she will pay for it. So you ha
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