Marcus’s parents, the pack’s former Alpha and Luna, glared at me with open hostility.
Oliver was sobbing uncontrollably beside them.
“Bad witch! Bad witch hurt Mommy! I don’t want her in our pack!”
“I want Mommy! I want my real Mommy!”
Rachel leaned weakly against Marcus, her wet clothes clinging dramatically.
“I’m sorry… I just told Sarah I’d agreed to stand in for her at the marking ceremony. I never thought she’d react like this…”
[[“Don’t blame her, Marcus. She’s been through so much…
I lay awkwardly on the deck, a bitter smile twisting my scarred lips.
“Marcus, don’t I deserve an explanation? The fire, my wolf’s damage, the pup was any of it real?”
Marcus’s brow furrowed, but I caught the flash of panic in his eyes.
“What are you talking about? The fire was a tragic accident. Rachel’s just trying to help by taking your place in the ceremony.”
“She’s being kind, and you attack her? What’s happened to you, Sarah?”
“Apologize to Rachel. Now,”
Before I could speak, the pack elders stepped forward.
“Worthless Omega, you dare cause trouble? You think you’re still worthy of being an Alpha’s mate?”
“Who else would take a wolf–less mongrel except our son’s charity?”
“Enough! Let this be her punishment for her arrogance. Get Rachel to the healer, make sure she’s not injured.”
My claws – the only part of my wolf I could still access–cut into my palms as blood dripped onto the deck.
Marcus gathered Rachel in one arm, took Oliver’s hand with the other.
They walked away as a family, leaving me broken on the ground.
Five years of love turned to ash in my mouth.
I pulled myself back into the room, my burns screaming in protest.
I booked a spot in a convoy leaving the pack for the day of the marking ceremony.
Checked into a hotel far from pack territory,
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That night, Marcus sent a message:
