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the boy shouted desperately. The boy's eyes filled with fear as his father raised that hot iron toward his chest, without mercy or remorse. He burned his own son with that ember of fire, marking his chest, causing the boy to squirm in pain and fall to the ground, defeated. The ritual of the immortal flame had just begun. "The goddess of the moon would never agree to such cruelty!" the mother said in tears, trying to reach her son and hug him. But the man pushed her away and struck her again, leaving her unconscious on the ground.

She ended up losing it on the spot, flipped the table, and dumped a full pot of boiling stew all over me. Mom yelled, "How dare you talk back to your mother? You think you're all that now? Get out of my sight!" The scalding stew left second-degree burns across half my body. I spent the entire summer break recovering, and even then, thick, ugly scars remained. However, Mom merely brushed it off after that. "You can't blame me for that. You were the one who provoked me even when you knew I was angry. Serves you right! What kind of son can't just give in to his own mother?"

It means my father, the one I primed as a role model to me, prioritizes Crescent pack far above my happiness? “Send a message to your daughter, Elder Alexander, the wedding of the union will take place tomorrow.” My father commanded. Tomorrow? Just like that? The room erupted with celebration. Cheers. Back-pats It's like I was kept in an oven of hundreds of degrees Celsius, struggling for my breath. Intense hate is what I perspire. As I observe my enemies chorusing a song of victory. This is a well-plotted move and they should enjoy the victory while it lasts.

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't

“I know what fear whispers. I know the cost of love better than any of you. But I also know this—we are here. We breathe, we argue, we plan, because of my mate. Because of your Luna. Because of the flame that refused to die.” His gaze swept the room before settling on his daughter. Pride and sorrow tangled in his eyes. “She carries her mother’s fire. Not only fire—hope, memory, unity, won at a cost none of us can measure. I watched her stand as the world ended and began. I saw her light the flame that called Aria’s spirit home.” Silence stretched, his words heavy in every heart.

“Ah, stop it. Nobody takes me seriously. Everybody knows that he would have made you his successor if he could-” “But he can’t,” I interrupt him. “YOU are the right person for the job.” He looks up at me with sad eyes and I squeeze his shoulder. “Come on now, idiot. Time to party!” *** “If I can have a minute of your precious time,” my father smiles as he is already raising his glass of champagne to the crowd turning towards him. With a hearty gesture, he gets me to move to his side, and he hugs me close. “Thank you all for coming and celebrating the return home of my wonderful daughter. Even if she changed her hair, I‘m still hoping to get her to stay definitely.”

That would save her from losing her way home in heaven. Hector hugged the urn and returned to his house, but the house was empty. His daughter’s laughter could no longer be heard there. From then on, Hector would be the only person in that huge house. He was already old. He could no longer have a wife and children in this life anymore. He had been setting Hana up for his whole life, and he had been irresponsibly taking full advantage of Hana, but what was the result that he got in the end? If Hector and his daughter had not planned on how to destroy Hana and how to get more money out of Hana in the past few days, how was it possible for his daughter to go looking for Hana at the hospital?

Everyone turned their attention to him. Oh goodness, what does he want to say now? "Good evening, everyone," he began, his voice booming with authority. "First, I want to thank all of you for being here tonight. This celebration is special because it honors my daughter, Pamela." He looked over at Pamela, who sat with a faint, forced smile, still holding her cup tightly. "Pamela is not just beautiful, but strong, courageous, and full of heart. She has the power of a true Alpha's daughter, and her heart is pure, always thinking of the pack before herself."

"Why, I watched the entire mansion collapse right after knocking you out. And I heard that little wolf's scream for her mother just before it did. "STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE!" I screamed, my body shaking violently. I didn't want to even imagine my daughter getting burned alive; I couldn't. "Oh, don't feel bad. It wasn't your fault. I have to admire your mate; he chose you above all else, even to the very end. But he preferred to perish with his daughter—tragic but predictable," he said, and my entire body froze. "Ah, I think you are catching on now," he mused.

Turning to me, he added sharply, "If you hadn't insisted on marrying this nobody, would he even have set foot in our house? He's fathered a love child. Make him leave with nothing and grovel for forgiveness." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers followed. "The Grimes family is finished. They've crossed the Sanfords, who own the largest casino in the city. Their wealth rivals that of a small nation. Even the nobles vie for their favor." "The gambling tycoon's daughter—betrayed by her husband like this? And his love child paraded in public?" "She turned down noble suitors for a no-name entrepreneur. This marriage is wrong from the start." My mind drifted to when I was ten. I'd wandered in