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AMARIS POV One year later. The sound of wine glasses clicking against each other filled the room as guests smiled at one another, muttering little pieces of gossip while the men discussed the next best business ideas or the companies they planned on boycotting in the new year to come. It was New Year’s Eve. A year since I was said to have paralyzed my twin. A year since I became her replacement. Not the worst thing that could happen, though. But certainly not the best, having to be around the one person I couldn’t have. Zevian was an Alpha, and an Alpha needed a Luna, hence they were considered weak or unfit without one. And Zevian, seeming not to want to disclose Amoria’s state to the world, protected her while I became the stepping stone. To the world, I was Amoria Dormount. Zevian Frost’s wife. But inside the Frost mansion… I was just his real wife, recuperating life support. “I still can't get over how pretty your wife is,” one of the older-looking men said, gazing

AMARIS POV“Are you okay?” Zevian’s voices echoed from the stairs above, jolting me. Quickly, I cleaned the sly tear that had found its way to my cheek before looking up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, clearing my throat as I walked up the stairs toward him. I was about to pass by him so I could go to my room when his hands held mine. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine if you’re not,” he said.His words broke through every restraint I had as I let the tears spill. The frustration of being in a cage. The frustration of not living my life like a normal being. The frustration of nearly losing my life today, and most of all, the frustration of my own mother wishing me dead.I let them all out.Zevian grabbed the back of my head, pressing it against his firm chest as he softly cooed. The softness and warmth of his embrace felt strange but comforting, and I felt the need to inch closer into it. After spending what felt like an eternity in his arms, Zevian's voice sounded again

AMARIS POV“What!” I shrieked, realizing the word had slipped out of my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, vividly aware of the heat that had now rested on my cheeks. “I must be going crazy.” “I haven’t even said the punishment and you’re already squealing,” Zevian tsked. “You’ll find out only when you break my rules.”“That’s not fair,” I mumbled, biting my lip, but no sound came from Zevian until his hands suddenly rested on mine, holding them together above my head. Afterward, something that felt like a rope wrapped around my wrists. Too scared to ask any question—lest the dubious Zevian use this as a chance to claim I broke a rule—I kept my mouth shut. When he was done, he let go of my hands after securing them to the upper side of the bed, which restricted me from bringing them down or moving them at all. Then I felt a warm and soothing liquid pour on my injured palm, followed by a warm and careful caress around the area. This action alone calmed my heart, whic