I looked at the three people in front of me: my birth father, Alpha Marcus; my birth mother, Luna Elara; and the fake heiress they raised as their own, Grace. My eyes were cold, as if I were looking at strangers."Can I help you?""Amelia, come home." My mother looked at me, her face a mask of fake pity. "We can arrange some job for you in the pack. Anything is better than... this. Working as a servant."I froze. My eyes flickered from the diamond necklace at her throat—the showstopper from last month's Vienna auction—to my own bare skin. A servant. That's what she thought I was.My Beta, Chloe, had insisted I wear the moonstone necklace, but I'd refused.I like flying under the radar."Yes, sister," Grace chimed in, her voice sickly sweet. "Our estate happens to need a gardener. You should come. We'll provide food and lodging, and I'll take care of you."A gardener?I had to bite back a laugh. "No, thank you."My father, Marcus, frowned, his gaze falling on the deep scar that snaked u
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