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“That didn’t sit well with you, didn’t it?” “You have to understand, Odessa. The Nassgar pack is a unique group of wolf settlers. We never allow outsiders in, and we don’t let our settlers leave. That’s what has kept our people alive. Brandon didn’t just abandon our ways; he went out and married an outsider and had children with her. He denied our population increase.” “So Ryder and his sister aren’t allowed in the pack because their mother is an outsider?” I asked. I was concerned about them, but I should be asking about me! I was just like my cousins.

My brother’s only duty was to get our mother and me to safety. The outsiders are those stray wolves who don’t belong to a pack or who have been cast away. But rumor has it that someone is bringing them together to form a pack—an empire of their own. They have been claiming lands and killing their Alphas, but when they attacked our land, they left the moment my father died.

Mom started pointing fingers and scolding me as if she finally found a way to attack me. She continued, "We're just asking for a room change, it's not like we're not bringing you along. And yet, you're saying such things—you really disappoint me, Heidi. "Back then, Madie chose to go abroad just to let you experience a complete family. Even after she came back, she was worried you'd mind, so she dared not come back home and rented a place herself. But now, you're even refusing her a room? How could you be so selfish?"

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

With a darkened face, York clenched the glass tightly and said through gritted teeth, “Estelle, are you going to make our family into a mess?” “Uncle York, this is the Hudson’s House. Can’t I even talk freely in my own home? Whatever I do has nothing to do with outsiders,” Estelle said, stressing the word “outsider.” York pulled a long face and asked, “You mean I’m an outsider?” “Anyone who doesn’t have the same family name as I am an outsider to me.” York stared at Estelle with his face flushed with rage.

Margaret scolded, eyeing Rebecca. The outsider, in her words, was clearly Rebecca. Denise smirked. "Yeah, so you should leave." Margaret froze. "What do you mean?" "You said not to talk to outsiders. So, why are you here? Go ahead and leave." Denise gestured. "What the hell?" Margaret pointed at herself, furious. "You're calling me an outsider?" Denise waved it off. "Who else? Your last name isn't Schroeder. You have nothing to do with us."

Gia hadn’t moved from the doorway, arms crossed, eyes burning holes through me the entire slow walk across the room. “Slut.” The word landed soft and venomous just as I passed her, quiet enough that Zane might not have caught it at all. I didn’t answer. I stepped into the hallway, pulled the door shut behind me, and then, instead of walking away, I stood frozen just outside it, one hand pressed flat to the wood, unable to make myself leave before I heard what came next. Gia’s voice had no trouble getting to me on the other side of the door, seeing as she was screaming.

Graduation season has arrived, and my girlfriend's childhood best friend, Daniel Whitmore, now a social media influencer, posts a video titled "The Friendship We Shared." It goes viral overnight. Everyone envies the four of them for staying close for ten years. Before long, people are even shipping Daniel and my girlfriend, Evelyn Hayes, swooning over their childhood-sweethearts story. What no one knows is that I film every second of that video. I even write the narration myself. The video is 20 minutes long, yet there isn't a single shot of me. Not even a mention of my name. I ask Evelyn why, but she barely seems to care. "You didn't join us until college. You can't really say you were

When a gang of men posing as death-row escapees dragged me into the alley, my girlfriend and my best friend fell into a familiar rhythm and started playing freeze tag. I struggled ten feet away, desperate. They stood at the mouth of the alley without moving an inch. After I was finally rescued, Michael Sykes bounced up to me, grinning. "Brad, you're a champ. You actually managed a few syllables. A couple more scares like this, and you'll be talking again in no time." As he said it, he shot Diane Raynor a look, and the two of them fought to keep straight faces. I didn't need to look to know they'd already sent a video of me falling apart to the family group chat. Ever since I'd lost my

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f