SLYVIA POV“My daughters,” my father, Alpha Thorne, began, his voice a low rumble that usually commanded absolute respect. “The Bloodmoon Pack and the Ironwood Pack have both requested alliances through marriage.”I opened my eyes.The familiar room swam into focus: the carved oak table, the silver tea service, the moonstone chandelier. Beyond the tall windows, the Bluemoon estate’s grounds lay silver beneath the full moon.And across from me sat my parents.I knew this room. I knew this conversation.I had heard it once before—years ago, before my first life had ended with a locked door, a shattered glass, and my husband’s fist.My hand rose to my cheek. Smooth skin. No bruises. No blood.I was alive again. “Sylvia,” my mother’s voice cuts through the haze. It is a voice I once thought was warm. Now, I hear the sharp, brittle edges of her indifference. “You and you're sister are of age now. It is time to decide whom you shall marry.”I sat beside my older sister, Evelyn, my hands fo
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