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DaisyThe night I found out I meant nothing to Lucien Blackwood, I still had the taste of him on my lips. Funny how that works.Ten years ago, his mother pulled me out of a children's home with nothing but a one-eyed teddy bear and the clothes on my back. Helena knelt down in front of me, wiped my snotty nose with her silk sleeve, and said, "You're coming home with me, sweetheart. You'll never be alone again." She meant it. Her son didn't.For ten years, Lucien was my brother. Not by blood, but by everything else. He was the one who dragged Mason Clarke out of the pack school by his collar when he called me Piggy. He was the one who snuck chocolate cake into my room at midnight and stole half of it. He was the one who said, "Nobody touches you, Daisy. Nobody."Then I turned eighteen, and my brother turned into a monster. He walked into my birthday party, took one look at me, and went pale. Then he smashed his glass against the wall and walked out without a word.The next morning, my

Daisy'Lie," my inner thoughts screamed at me.That was the only thought in my head. Lie, and make it good, or everything I'd built for two years would fall apart on this ugly carpet."A girl at the academy gave it to me," I said.Lucien didn't move. He was holding that stupid one-eyed bear like it was made of glass."What girl?" he said."I don't know her real name. Nobody uses real names at Moonstone. Records are sealed." I shrugged like my heart wasn't trying to punch its way out of my chest. "She left halfway through the second year. She said she didn't want it anymore.""Didn't want it," he repeated."She said it reminded her of someone she hated." The words were out before I could stop them. He looked up at me, and for one second, he looked like I'd shoved a knife between his ribs.Then the black swallowed his eyes completely. He dropped the bear on the bed and grabbed my arm, dragging me forward until my chest hit his. Glass crunched under his boots. He smelled like whiskey an

DaisyHe didn't come across the river. I'll never know why. Maybe he thought he was finally going crazy. Maybe he was scared of what he'd find. He stood on that bank calling my name until his voice cracked, and then he dropped to his knees in the mud and stayed there.I lay under those tree roots for an hour, freezing, watching him. I told myself I didn't feel anything. I was lying.By the time I crept back into the staff quarters, the sky was turning grey. I swallowed three blocker pills instead of two, showered until the water ran cold, and pulled a long sleeved shirt over the burn on my chest. At seven o'clock, Damien knocked on my door."Alpha wants you," he said. "His office. Now."He didn't look at me when he said it. That scared me more than anything.Lucien was standing at the window when I walked in, his back to me. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night. There was dried mud on his boots."Close the door," he said. I closed it."Where were you at two o'clock t

Daisy I made him stop. I don't know how. Maybe it was the whiskey on his tongue. Maybe it was the voice in my head screaming plaything, plaything, plaything until it drowned out Nyx's howling. I shoved his chest and turned my face away. "Get out," I said. He stared at me in the dark, breathing hard. Then he laughed softly, like I'd just told the funniest joke in the world. "That's my line," he said. He got up and left. He didn't slam the door. Somehow that was worse. I lay awake until dawn, touching my lips and hating myself so much I could barely breathe. He had a Luna. He had a ceremony in a month. And two years ago, he stood on that balcony and told his sister and his Beta that I was something to use and throw away. Nothing had changed. Nothing. 'He cried,' Nyx whispered. 'Drunk men cry.' 'He said he did it on purpose. He said he wanted us gone. Why would he want us gone if...' 'I don't care why,' I snapped. 'Be quiet.' She went quiet. But I could feel her sulking, curled

Daisy Daisy, my name in his mouth hit me harder than any slap. For one wild second, I thought it was over. I thought he knew. I thought he'd felt it in the way my body fit against his, or tasted it on my skin, or finally smelled it through the last of the pills. I waited for his face to change. For the shock. For the rage, It didn't come. He squeezed his eyes shut like he was in pain. His forehead dropped against mine, and he dragged in a ragged breath. "Fuck," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I'm sorry." And just like that, I understood, je didn't know. He was lying in bed with a woman named Rose, and he was thinking about someone else, he was thinking about me. I don't know how to explain what that did to me. It was the most beautiful thing and the cruelest thing anyone had ever said to me, all at once. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shove him off the bed and tell him everything, just to watch him break. , "Who's Daisy?" I heard myself askin