Myra frowned. “What do you mean by that? I don’t remember doing anything to you. From the day you entered the Hendrix household, I was always kind to you.” Lyka’s grip on the gun tightened. “Cut the bullshit, you're obviously lying.” “I never did anything wrong to you,” Myra insisted again. Lyka let out a bitter laugh. “But your presence did. Your whole existence has always been a thorn in my flesh.” Her voice shook with years of buried resentment. “You were the Alpha’s daughter. The prized princess. While I was just the dirty bastard. You said it yourself once — my mother could secure a proper name for Elvis, but I would forever be known as the bastard daughter.” Her eyes burned with anger. “Do you think it was easy living in your shadow? I was never just Lyka. I was Myra’s new sister. Myra’s new playmate. Half of my childhood, even my so-called friends looked down on me because I wasn’t the ‘right’ daughter.” Myra stared at her in shock. She had never known Lyka carried that
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