Romem B.
"We were wrong, Elena! Please, forgive us—come back!" Their desperate pleas thundered across the hall, thick with regret.
But their tears came far too late. The broken girl they discarded was gone, and I was determined to make every last one of them bleed.
My name is Elena Pearl. On my eighteenth birthday, I was branded a outcast and banished from the Crest Pack—all because of an ancient tradition that dictates when an Alpha chooses his mate, every other female from her bloodline must be exiled. It was a monstrous lie. Patricia, my treacherous step-sister, stole my place, my scent, and my destiny.
"I, Kieran Smith, Alpha of the Crest Pack, hereby banish Elena Pearl forever!"
Nobody listened to my cries. Nobody cared. I was stripped bare, broken, and cast out into the freezing wilderness as a rogue.
Starving and helpless, I was cornered by feral rogues and beaten within an inch of my life—only to be saved by the most lethal force in the supernatural realm: the Quadruplet Alphas of the rival Pearl Bridge Pack.
"Isn't this the Crest Beta's daughter?" Valerian growled, his dark presence towering over my broken frame.
"It’s her," Adrien sneered, cupping my chin in his hand with brutal force. "She hasn't changed a bit."
"She’s a spy!" Darian roared, extending his razor-sharp claws. "Let me rip her throat out!"
"No, Darian," Cassian, the eldest brother, commanded smoothly. "Death is too merciful for Crest filth. Take her to the keep. She is our new personal maid."
Adrien’s lips curved into a wicked, predatory smirk. "Brilliant, Cassian. We’ll make her suffer."
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