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“Melissa, don’t think that just because you’re my Luna, you get to make decisions for me- especially not about who stays by my side.”
“Ordering you to kneel and apologize to Queenie is already letting you off easy!”
I was sprawled on the cold floor, humiliated, my limbs trembling. At the sound of his voice, I lifted my head stiffly.
My husband.
My fated mate.
Alpha Joseph.
He stood tall in a sleek, tailored suit–every inch the powerful Alpha. His sharp, chiseled features were just as I remembered from the day we first met. But the warmth that once filled his eyes had vanished. All that remained was frost. And it cut deeper than
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I tried to push myself off the ground, but before I could rise, he yanked me back down by the hair.
“Melissa,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “seems I’ve been too kind to you. You’ve forgotten what it means to obey your Alpha.”
I let out a hollow laugh–broken, bitter, and wet with tears.
I stared up at him, my voice shaking with rage and heartbreak.
“Too kind? You destroyed my pack. You slaughtered my family.”
“Joseph… they were my parents. My little sister…”
“They were collateral,” he said coldly. “You shouldn’t have dared lay a hand on Queenie. This is your punishment.”
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I screamed, voice raw with grief.
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“You didn’t have to go after my family! My sister practically grew up in your arms! How could you–how could you do that?! Do you even have a soul?”
“If you’re so desperate for revenge, I snarled, “then don’t hide behind Queenie–come at me! I’m the one you want, right?!”
“Kill me, Joseph! Avenge your precious Queenie and finish it already!”
The crushing pressure around my throat turned my vision red. Veins throbbed at my temples, and my lungs burned for air.
Inside my head, my wolf Ivy howled in rage.
“Melissa, let’s shift. I’ll rip those traitors apart!”
I couldn’t hold her back anymore. She surged forward, taking over.
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Snarling with fury, Ivy launched at Alpha Joseph–but he was faster. Too fast. With one swift move, he dodged her strike and slammed a brutal kick into our ribs, sending us crashing into a tree with a sickening thud.
Before I could recover, he was on me again. One hand clamped tightly around my throat as he forced me to look at him.
I shut my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“Melissa,” he said, voice low and cold, “you’re my Luna. Why would I ever kill you? I told you–behave, and the title of Black Mist Pack’s Luna will always be yours.”
Then he shoved me away like I was nothing.
Queenie’s soft, poisonous voice cut through the silence.
“Joseph, isn’t today Melissa’s father and sister’s memorial? From what I hear, she
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hasn’t even gone back since the accident. If she doesn’t leave soon, she might miss her final chance to say goodbye.”
My eyes flew open in shock.
From that day on, Alpha Joseph had kept me under lock and key–no phone, no contact with the outside world. I didn’t even know today was their memorial.
My legs moved before my brain could catch up. I bolted for the door.
But I didn’t get far.
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Two of his wolves slammed me to the ground, pinning my arms like I was some rogue prisoner.
Lscreamed and thrashed.
“Joseph! Let me go! I need to go home!”
He was lounging beside Queenie, running
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“Melissa,” he said lazily, “what makes you think you have the right to command me?”
My vision blurred with tears, but the guards‘ grips only tightened.
“Joseph, what the hell do you want from me? Is this about revenge? You want to punish me for hurting your little mistress? Fine! I’ll come back after the memorial. Do whatever the hell you want to me then!”
He stared at me, face blank, eyes like stone.
“I’ve told you. You’re my fated mate. The Luna of Black Mist. I won’t let you die.”
I looked at him, heart shattered, and screamed with everything I had:
“Then what do I have to do to go home?!”
He tilted his head, smiling like a predator.
“Kneel. Apologize to Queenie.”
“…Fine.”
I dropped to my knees without hesitation.
“Queenie, I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please… accept my apology.”
My forehead slammed against the cold floor.
Crack.
The sound echoed, sharp and cruel.
Again. And again.
Each blow sent pain shooting through my skull, but I didn’t stop.
Not until the blood from my forehead smeared across the floor–until the only thing left of my pride was the stain it left behind.
