The way everything changes so quickly, like I never existed as Alpha's daughter, is shocking. In a week, all my privileges have been stripped away. Even things I didn't realize were a privilege.
Like clothes.
A private bathroom.
Even my na.
"Hey!"
Yeah, that's my new na.
"Hey! You!"
Stopping mid-step, I turn, only to find myself wanting to be swallowed whole. Seriously, a sinkhole opening up right beneath would be heaven right now.
It's Xander's mate.
The sight of her approaching sends a jolt through my system, my heart lurching painfully in my chest. She's even more stunning up close, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, those piercing green eyes pure poison as they watch .
"Rember ?" Her voice drips with honeyed venom.
She's not alone. A few she-wolves follow along behind her. So are faces I recognize; part of the pack. The others are strangers.
"I..." My voice catches in my throat, barely a whisper. "Yes."
My pride is nonexistent these days. It's nothing to lower my gaze to the ground in front of her. It doesn't tear up inside at all.
Who am I kidding? It's shredding apart.
"Good. I'd hate to think I made such a small impression."
She circles , and I can feel her gaze raking over my body. I'm no longer dressed in my clothes; clothes that fit. Instead, I'm in an oversized t-shirt with holes in the hem and jeans that are only held up thanks to a cloth belt. Everything Alpha ever gave was taken away.
"My, my. How the mighty have fallen." She tuts, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "Your alpha's little pet has been reduced to this. A fake daughter, trying to weasel her way into the pack under his good graces."
The way she's twisted facts around make want to snap back, to defend myself, but what's the point? I'm nothing now. No one is on my side here.
"What do you want?" Keeping my voice level and calm is the only win I'm going to get today.
She stops in front of , tilting her head to the side. "Want? Oh, darling. I already have everything I want." Her smile widens, revealing perfect white teeth. "Xander, the pack, the future. It's all mine now. Haven't you heard?"
Yes, actually. It's all the wolves can talk about; the successful mateship of our pack to the neighboring Forest Springs Pack. I even know her na now.
Nora. Her dad's the Alpha of Forest Springs.
Her real dad. Biological. Wolf and all. Not like . I'm just Xander's castaway, the abandoned adopted daughter of his Alpha.
The casual way she claims it all, as if it's her birthright, makes my blood boil. But there's nothing I can do. She's won, and we both know it.
"I just wanted to see it for myself," she continues, reaching out to twirl a strand of my greasy hair around her finger. Baths are also a privilege I've had to give up; there's never enough hot water. Or ti. "The human girl who thought she could play with wolves."
I flinch away from her touch, my skin crawling. "I never played—"
"Shh." She presses a finger to my lips, silencing . "It doesn't matter now, does it? You're where you belong. Among the dregs of the pack."
Her words hit ho, each one a fresh wound. I blink back tears, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing cry. Despite telling myself that I wouldn't rise to the occasion, she got it out of anyway. And so easily, too.
"You know," she leans in close, her breath hot against my ear, "Xander told all about you. How you clung to him, desperate for attention. It was pathetic, really."
My heart shatters anew. Did Xander really say those things? The thought of him laughing at behind my back, mocking my feelings… The sa person who once declared his love to the moon. Who swore he'd keep safe.
"That's not true," I whisper, but it sounds weak and unconvincing.
I guess there's still a part of in denial about the wolf he's beco.
She laughs, the sound like tinkling bells. Even in her venom, it's a beautiful sound. "Oh, sweetie. Did you really think he cared for you? A human? He was just amusing himself." She circles again. "A little ga to pass the ti until he found his true mate. ."
The possessive way she says it makes my stomach churn.
Maybe her pretty designer clothes wouldn't be so elegant with my vomit all over her. I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms, breathing in sharp, shallow breaths.
If I throw up on her, I'm just going to have to clean it up.
That wouldn't be worth the brief joy.
"Face it, Violet." She spits my na like it's poison on her tongue. "You were never anything more than a temporary distraction. A human toy for a bored wolf."
I flinch. Why can she hurt with these stupid words? Why is the ntion of Xander such an intense wound? I should be cold. Angry. Waiting for revenge or sothing.
But none of that cos. Only the further shriveling of my soul.
"Now," she says, her tone suddenly businesslike, "let's establish so ground rules, shall we?"
I blink at her, confused. "Rules?"
"Yes, rules. Pay attention." She taps my forehead with her perfectly manicured nail. "You're to stay away from Xander. No talking to him, no looking at him, nothing. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't exist. He's mine now. The sooner you accept that, the easier your miserable little life will be."
She leans in close, her green eyes boring into mine. "And if I catch you so much as breathing in his direction, I'll make sure you regret it. Understood?"
I nod mutely, unable to form words past the lump in my throat.
"Good girl," she coos, patting my cheek condescendingly. "Run along now. I'm sure you have so important oga duties to attend to."
She turns on her heel and saunters away, leaving standing there, shattered and alone. I watch her go, her graceful movents a stark contrast to my own awkward, human gait. Her little posse of she-wolves follow behind, giggling and whispering among themselves.
Oh, yes. Laugh at the pathetic human girl. Ha, ha.
As soon as she's out of sight, I crumple to the ground, my legs no longer able to support . The tears I've been holding back finally spill over, hot and bitter on my cheeks.
A human among wolves. Alone. Unwanted. Forgotten.
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