Dean
I scrubbed his floors for eight months before the Moon Goddess bound me to him in front of three hundred witnesses. was fate finally choosing me.? unknown to me It became the beginning of the worst night of my life.
The woman he was supposed to marry framed me as a spy within a day, and nobody asked one honest question before believing her. My own Alpha stood in his hall and rejected me, tore the bond out of my chest, and let his guards drag me to the border like I was nothing worth keeping. I never begged him to change his mind. I simply walked.
Turns out the nameless servant girl he threw away was the lost daughter of the enemy pack next door, and the fire sleeping quietly in my blood was something his own bloodline had gone to war to wipe out generations ago. I did not come back to win him back or hear another apology. I came back to burn down everything he loved, starting with the woman who framed me, and ending with the pack that watched me fall and called it justice.
He will spends the rest of his life learning what he threw away. I'll make sure he never gets the chance to hold it again. He will beg, eventually. I let him kneel in front of everyone. Then I walk past him anyway, in front of every person who once watched me get dragged out in chains.
Some mistakes do not get forgiven twice. Some bonds do not get a second chance. I am not the girl who knelt on that cold floor anymore, and I am finished being anyone's mistake to fix.
He rejected me once. I will not give him the chance to reconcile with me ever again.
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