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"Ember, you're not lowly at all. You're worth more than people with hearts full of malice." He cast me a look of cold disdain. And just like that, the sharp ache returned. In this life, just as in the last, Harry never believed me.

Pain explodes in my elbow, and I hiss through my teeth as I clutch my arm. Great. Just fucking great. As if the misery of my heart breaking wasn’t enough, apparently, I need physical injuries to match. Sleep was impossible last night anyway. Being told I don't matter, and that I was nothing was a blow I couldn't shake. It cut deeper than I’ll like to admit. Everything cuts deeper than I’ll like to admit when it comes to Nero. It’s my own awful luck for having feelings for a man made of ice. Feelings I can’t seem to switch off, no matter how cruel he becomes.

I looked at the collapsing world and gave a faint, bitter smile. "There's nothing I can do now." The truth was, without me, this world should have ended ten years ago. "There's nothing you can do?" someone yelled. "We don't believe that!"

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"So what if the kid is gone? It’s just karma, Elena! You brought this on yourself. You bullied Lina for years, you made her miss her trials, and you almost ruined her hands. This? This is just the universe giving you what you deserve!" I started to laugh—a low, broken sound that made the hair on everyone’s necks stand up. The guests in the ballroom gasped; they were seeing the Alpha for what he really was: a heartless beast. "What are you laughing at? Losing your mind?" I slowly lifted my right hand. It was a roadmap of scars, the knuckles twisted and permanently trembling. "Yeah, I deserve it. I lost my child. I’m sterile. My right hand is useless—I’ll never hold a scalpel again. But hey, L

“That’s not who you are, Lyla. What they did—” “Don’t.” My scream split the air, sharper than I meant, shaking me to my core. “Don’t say it like you understand. You weren’t there. You didn’t feel your body break while they laughed about it.” My chest heaved, breaths shallow, dizzying. “And now you want me to smile and take your medicine like that makes me whole again?” Emilio’s face cracked, fury and helplessness warring in his eyes. “You are whole. They didn’t break you.”

He froze, and the light in his eyes snuffed out into emptiness. "The doctor said the carbon-monoxide exposure, along with your earlier miscarriage, has really taken a toll on your body. You need to rest and recover," he said softly, his voice thick with pain. Why should I recover? To regain strength and be locked back in his gilded cage? So I could endure that same despair all over again? I finally spoke, my voice so faint it was barely a whisper. "Damien, just let me go." It was my way of reminding him to let himself go as well.

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.

Those words reached deep into me but… “I'm sorry I can't…” “Why? You are afraid of Damian? I promise, I won't let him hurt you.” “No... it's just–I'm conflicted.” “Oh,” he sounded disappointed. “You are not having feelings for him, are you?” I squinted. “Nelo told you? You guys spoke about me?” “A bit before you woke up.” “Mm-hm.” “Look, Amaya. Damian is a dangerous man. It's no rumour he killed his own mate. Imagine what he can do to one without an attachment to him. You must have heard already but he is cursed.’