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The year I turned sixteen, the water supply of Moonlight Pack was contaminated. A desperate, burning thirst spread through every household. Owen was the one who found me half-dead and carried me home. His parents didn't just open their door to me. They shared what little water and food they had left. Everyone said it was because we were fated mates, destined to be together. But anyone could see the truth. His family loved me from the bottom of their hearts. The year I turned twenty, Owen asked me to be his mate. He gave me a silver dagger he'd forged with his own hands. He said that when he wasn't by my side, this dagger would protect me in his place. That very night, I used it to kill everyone in his family.

"He forced me! That night, he got me pregnant." Before the Werewolf High Council, at a public trial livestreamed for the world to see, a low-ranking Omega named Selena cradled her belly and accused me. "I tried to fight back, but I was utterly paralyzed by his Alpha presence. He broke the leg of someone who tried to stop him!" Outside the Council hall, furious protesters brandished signs, their shouts branding me a monster who couldn't think past his dick. Online, every comment section was flooded with the same demand: "Execute that monster Alpha!" The stock of the Blackstone Group, the empire I built from nothing, plummeted. Even the elders I myself had elevated were now clawing over one another to strip me of my Alpha title. When the Chairman brought down his gavel, I stepped forward, slowly raising my hands to unbutton my shirt. "I am a female Alpha." "So please, tell me, in front of the entire werewolf world, how exactly did I get you pregnant with something I don't have?"

I watched my own pup be brutally slaughtered with my own eyes, yet I protected the killer for seven years. The Elders begged me to name the killer, but I simply yawned and went to sleep. The pack cornered me in the courtyard, accusing me of being a heartless traitor, so I picked up a silver dagger and threatened them all. My Alpha mate, however, never broke our mating bond. This man who had once held me in the highest regard had bound me in our home's dungeon with a silver chain. Defying the pack's opposition, he insisted on keeping my Luna title, yet he came to interrogate me every single day. Until, seven years later, when a witch claiming she could extract memories arrived at the pack, he sent me to the memory trial altar. But after seeing the killer in my memories, everyone was left in absolute shock. My mate, especially, could barely even stay on his knees.

I was the traitor everyone in the Flame Pack loathed. I was the former Alpha's sister, and at the Flame Pack's darkest hour, I abandoned my mate and my baby daughter and defected to our enemy, the Dark Moon Pack. I even killed my own brother and climbed over his corpse to become the Dark Moon Pack's Beta. Two months ago, gravely wounded, I collapsed on the Flame Pack's border. The guards on patrol threw me into prison and tortured me for information. I never said a word. My former mate, Eugene Carter, now the Alpha of the Flame Pack, kept delaying my execution on the grounds that there wasn't enough evidence. That angered everyone. Furious crowds took to the streets, marching and demanding the traitor be put to death at once. So Eugene's current mate, Edna Parker, proposed putting me on trial with the Memory Crystal. The Memory Crystal extracts a person's most important memories and projects them for everyone to see. The price is agony beyond human endurance, followed by death and the complete dissolution of the condemned person's soul. For ten years, Edna had passed along countless messages that helped the Flame Pack resist the Dark Moon Pack. Her contributions had been immense. Everyone supported her proposal, certain the Memory Crystal would prove my guilt once and for all. Eugene agreed. But none of them knew that the truth they were about to uncover with their own hands was far crueler than anything they had imagined.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be wiped out...] But they didn't know that staring at the gloomy, ancient castle, I wasn't scared. I was thrilled. Best of all, I’d already found an interesting helper: a man kneeling to kiss the back of my hand, calling me his... "little master."