Elise POV“You’re late,” my stepmother Agatha snapped as I stepped inside, shivering slightly from the cold air.“I was delayed,” I said quietly, head bowed down low, “Alpha Tristan had something to discuss. Some work he wanted me to do at the packhouse.”Lies, but I could hardly speak the truth. Agatha wouldn't care anyway. She would just use it against me. She flattened her lips, eyeing me suspiciously but I kept my expression inscrutable, giving nothing away. I'd become good at that. “Get dinner on already. Your sister is hungry, and so am I. Make something quick and, and” she stared me down, “don’t even think about eating anything while you’re in that kitchen.”I knew the rules. I was not permitted to eat until they were finished, and only their leftovers. I didn’t deserve to have my own meal. It was Agatha’s way of forcing me to diet, but so far it had no results. No matter what, my body refused to change. It peeved Agatha no end because she was obsessed with appearances, and
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