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I felt exposed, on the brink of something I couldn’t undo. “You feel that?” Mark murmured, voice low and coaxing. “That ache in your pussy? That’s your body begging for it. You wanted to be humiliated. That’s why you came dressed like a tease. That’s why you let me touch you. You want to be ruined in front of them.” I shook my head, my voice nearly cracking. “Don’t... don’t do this.” “But you already are,” he said, gripping my hips tighter. “I called you here to show them what you really are. A beautiful, confident mom who knows she’s wanted... but deep down? Still a desperate little slut who can’t say no. That’s what they’re gonna see.”

I say. "I’m the victim." He lets go of my throat. He looks at the folder in my hand. He reaches out and rips it from my grip. He opens it. He looks at the documents. "These aren't logistics," he says, his voice a low, dark hum. "These are confessionals." "My confessionals." He looks at me, his eyes wide, horrified. "You didn't come to hand over files," he whispers. "You came to commit suicide." "I came to tell the truth," I say.

Someone pissed my mate off last night. I begin to circle the overly confident she-wolf, and she tries to keep her smug expression in its place. But with each circle, her confidence dips, and mine grows. I feel my rebirther powers wanting to escape, but I keep them reigned in. I have no idea what would happen if they weren't being used for changing wolves, but I bet it isn't good. Finally, I let my voice slice through the tense air. "Whatever plan you and your father have made with Kraven will fail. And whatever dream you have of ruling this pack will fail. Just like your attempt at seducing my mate," I whisper the last bit as I let my fingertips brush against her almost healed bruises.

"I'm sure you weren't. I'm sure you never expected to see us again. I'm sure you thought you'd gotten away with it. I'm sure you thought you'd never be caught. I'm sure you thought the past would stay buried. I'm sure you thought the truth would never surface. I'm sure you thought you were safe. I'm sure you thought you had won." We sit. Ethan places the file on the desk. The file with the evidence. The file with the truth. The file with the proof. The file with the answers. The file with the confession. The file with the lies exposed. The file with the crimes documented. The file with the years of pain laid bare. "Recognize this?" he asks. Dr. Harrison looks at it. His hands shake. His eyes

I pressed. He stepped closer. "Nobody is perfect. Lila was just physical. You're the one I love. I'd choose you every time." Nausea hit me like a wave. I couldn't believe he could brush off cheating so lightly. He used to say mental or physical infidelity was betrayal. Now it was just scratching an itch. He had no sense of shame. That man who put me above his life was no more. "You saved my life, so I'll forgive what you did," I said.

I cackled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Rudolf! You're lying to me! You keep on lying to me! How long do you plan to keep lying to me?!" My hysteria left Rudolf stunned, his breath caught, frozen in place. He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was as if he sensed something yet lacked the courage to confront it, choosing instead to feign ignorance. "Rudolf! Sean fainted! Come over and take a look right now!" Vivian suddenly screamed.

She confessed. ******************************

"Or do you need a helping hand?" I carefully unwrapped the brown paper. Inside was a USB drive and a single piece of paper with one word written on it: *Confess.*

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?