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I bared all my teeth, narrowed my ribs, pulled my hips, made my eye sockets burn so they could continue to sustain the flash. But for a moment, I wondered... What dreams? — You were splendid! In the end, I breathed again. — Take that outfit off me! Fast! One of the girls who was helping me ran to answer my request and lowered the zipper that attached the fabric to my skin. I ripped everything off and was given a bathrobe to cover myself. — Look how beautiful this is,— Louis, the photographer, showed me. It was perfect. Beautiful. It barely looked like me.

"Small, personal, celebrating choice and partnership rather than supernatural drama." "I want to be there," one of the freed artificial hunters said quietly. "If you'll have me. I know I'm still adjusting to autonomy, still figuring out who I am without Richard's programming—but watching you both choose love and peace over power and obligation gave me hope that freedom is worth the confusion." "You're absolutely invited," I said immediately. "All of you are—everyone who contributed to stopping Richard, everyone who supported us through the aftermath, everyone who helped us survive impossible circumstances."

Even if I had completed the mission and earned my coin, and even if he did send me on my way like he had promised, would I have made it more than a day out there? I recalled my conversation with Ava before she had been taken. How she called me an idiot for wanting to run for the trees. “How would you survive?” she had asked. Back then, I thought it would be easy. That all I needed to know was how to start a fire and build a shelter. But she was right. I was a fool. I couldn’t think about this. I finally had an opportunity in reach and I needed to take it—no matter what came of it. Freedom was worth it. The freedom to live on my own, to be free from a world of slavery…it was worth the risk.

I turned back to the handmaidens, letting them dry my cheeks and redo my eyes. Heat and anger still ran in my veins, that argument wasn't over, just postponed. The mission, for now, was to be bought, then escape. I looked at my reflection, and my chin lifted, this concept disgusted me. I wasn't the first person to be bought and sold, and I wouldn't be the last. B But they made a mistake. On top of the beautiful dress, there should be an equally beautiful warning sign. This product has fists, and it throws one hell of a right hook.

I was shocked that she was going to let her off that easy. "Ophelia Carter, you never took the time to know me. To you, I was an enemy trying to steal your sister's chosen mate. By attacking me, you believed you were fighting for her honour, by trying to kill me, you believed you were helping your sister and luna Michelle whom you adore. Your loyalty and devotion to the people you love are your strengths, and because you are young and naive, your strength was exploited by those who should have guided you. I will not take your life even though you almost succeeded in taking mine. You are to go on a soul searching journey for a year to purge yourself of evil and return to the pack a new woman

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.

More importantly, I wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of psychopaths who inflicted horrific trauma in the name of love. Taking a deep breath, I decided I would go downstairs for lunch and get myself a bowl of pasta loaded with cheese. I was a living, breathing person who would get hungry and have cravings. I certainly wasn’t some melodramatic, tragic female protagonist conjured up by an AI. However, as I walked downstairs, a faint, robotic voice seemed to echo softly in my ear.

Built like a linebacker, voice low. “We don’t want your money, Draven,” he said. “We want something simple.” His grip on Laura tightened until she cried out again. “Say it,” he ordered. “You rigged the fight. Say it now. Denounce your title.” I blinked, rage and disbelief curdling in my gut. My fists clenched. “You’re with Fletcher, aren’t you?” He tilted his head. “Does it matter? We’re not leaving until the world hears the truth. Your truth.”